#Handong x reader

[panda-writes-kpop]

oh god, she makes me so upset!

a/n: happy (very much so) belated handong day! now that I'm temporarily caught up with birthday fics... I can focus on requests for a little while 😌

tw: implied drinking, brief mentions of diets and exercise, dumping people over text is UNCOOL behavior and i don't agree with reader's actions

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summary: your partner's ex is handong, the prettiest girl you've ever met. luckily for you, she isn't the one who ruins your relationship... but she reaps the reward from it.

Handong. The belle of the ball. The prettiest girl you've ever seen.

Their ex.

Your partner's, to be more specific.

You didn't know why you were so obsessed with her - was it her perfect smile? her stunning sense of style? the way she effortlessly pulled any and all attention her way?

You shouldn't think of Handong this way - you have a partner. But it's normal to feel jealous about someone who once slept on the same of side of your partner's bed.

You need to get a grip.

~

Handong mingles effortlessly as she glides through the party. People part to make way for her as if she's Moses crossing the red sea.

You grab onto your partner's arm as they chatter with the person next to them. They pay you no mind as Handong approaches the two of you.

"You look great." She says to you in passing before heading to another room.

You wonder what you'd have to do to be like her. What diet you'd have to go on, how many exercise would you have to do?

You're upset over nothing - Handong and your partner haven't talked in months.

Cheap vodka ought to knock some sense into you - at least for tonight.

~

You can't explain the knot in your chest every time look at them.

They're supposed to be the one you love, but why do you feel so... lonely every time you're with them?

You can't blame Handong for your relationship 7 it's between you two, and you should solve it by yourselves.

You should take a step back, take some time to think about what you're going to do.

You send the break-up text without a second thought.

~

You thought you were jealous of her. She was utter perfection - you were much less than a fleeting thought.

You thought you were obsessed with her because Handong was your partner's ex.

Turns out, you were just plain obsessed with her. The prettiest girl who gave you a smile every time you crossed paths.

She made your heart flutter, made you feel something.

You shouldn't go to a party you know she'll be at, but you do.

You shouldn't drink to calm your nerves as you spot Handong in the crowd, but you do.

You shouldn't go up and ask her to dance with you for a while, but you do.

She shouldn't accept because exes of an ex aren't the most morally acceptable partners, but she does.

"I like you just the way you are," She shouts over the booming music as you dance together, "it's a damn shame that you and your partner didn't work out."

Handong should feel bad when her lips meet yours, but she doesn't.

Especially after you share more and more kisses throughout the night and long afterward.

[singniewek]

Dreamcatcher x Reader NSFW Headcanons

Jiu (top):

- Definitely has a mommy kink

- Nothing gets her wetter than hearing you whine "mommy"

- She'll punish you by spanking if you call her anything else

- It's not just in the bedroom, but she'll tease you outside of it too

- "Let mommy do this for you" as she takes over you chopping vegetables

- If you're too short and trying to reach for something, she'll tease even more

- "Aww, can my baby not reach? Want mommy to help you?"

- I feel like she's also into tying you up

- She likes watching as you squirm from the pleasure she's giving you

- The ropes on your wrists and ankles not letting you go anywhere

- She'll hold a vibrator down on your clit for ages, grinning as you beg her for mercy

- She loves role playing too

- Her favourite is her acting as the boss of a worker, (you), and punishing you for making a mistake

- She'll wear a suit and end up using her “work” tie to tie you to the bed

- and she’ll undo her belt and whip you with it

- But when it comes to aftercare, her whole personality changes

- Her tone becomes sweet and she does everything to make sure you're okay and settled

Sua (switch):

- Whether she's top or bottom, one thing is certain

- She WILL be worshipped

- When you're topping, she likes to be marked and complimented on her body

- You pay extra attention to her breasts, her most sensitive spot

- It feels like you could spend all day with your face in them

- You'll leave little bites all over them

- She'll push your face against her pussy, making you eat her out until she can't take it anymore

- She likes biting your shoulder

- Will surprise you when you get home from work with sexy lingerie

- She'll tie you to a chair and give you a lap dance

- It could go either one of two ways:

- One, you beg her at the end of the dance for her to untie you so you can touch her

- Two, you're so horny that you manage to free yourself

- If the second one happened, she'll be so turned on by your strength that she'll basically let you do anything you want to her

- When you're wearing a strap, her favourite position is reverse cowgirl

- Aftercare includes taking a shower or bath together

Siyeon (switch):

- LOVES face sitting

- You could happily die suffocated between those thighs

- Siyeon is very vocal and won't hold back her moans

- If you're making her feel good, your poor neighbours are gonna know it

- She loves it when you sit on her face too

- Her hands would have a tight grip on your hips, keeping you against her mouth

- There's been a few times when you've been paranoid of her passing out from lack of oxygen

- Very touchy

- You would be walking by her and she would reach out to grope you

- She'd constantly feel the need to be touching you, and sometimes she accidentally turns you on with her innocent touches

- Gives me the vibes that she likes holding your boobs, whether it's in a sexual way or not

- She's down to try out any kinks you want

- If she ends up not liking it then she moves on with no problems between you

- Her voice when she's turned on is huskier and deeper than usual

- She loves whispering in your ear and biting your earlobe

- She has a sweet side too

- During soft sex, doesn't matter if she's top or bottom, she loves to hold your hands

Handong (bottom):

- Gives power bottom vibes

- Kind of expects you to do everything for her

- Even though she's a bit shy any time you bring it up, she LOVES being choked

- It doesn't even have to be with just your hands, she has a collection of pretty collars and chains

- She'd choose a collar to wear after she wakes up, and throughout the day she'd tighten it little by little until the pressure on her neck feels perfect

- When you have her in the doggy style position, pounding her with your strap, you'll pull the collar so her neck is forced back and it gets hard for her to breathe

- Her favourite time to orgasm is when she can't breathe

- Even though she's shy about being choked, she's definitely not shy about wanting sex

- Feel like she's the type to whisper in your ear that she's horny, then walk off already expecting you to follow

- It doesn't matter where you are, you'll follow her

- It could be a small random room or a bathroom, doesn't matter because she'll want you to fuck her anywhere

- She likes the thrill of knowing anyone could catch you and the feeling of your palm covering her mouth to muffle her moans

- Also mirror sex

- She knows she's pretty and she gets off on watching herself being fucked

Yoohyeon (bottom)

- Has the biggest praise kink

- Combine that with puppy play, and she's the most satisfied girlfriend ever

- Loves head pats

- She's honestly down to try anything with you

- She has a special collar that has the tag “Y/N's property”

- Whenever she wants to start play time, she kneels at your legs

- You like to restrict one of her senses

- Your favourite is to restrict her speaking, making her only bark or whine

- It makes her feel humiliated and she loves it

- She's also kind of into free use

- She happily lets you fuck her whenever you want on her days off

- You'll come home from a rough day at work and before she can even ask you how it went, you're bending her over the couch

- Loves sucking your strap idc

- “That's a good girl, come on, you can take a bit more down your throat, can't you puppy?”

- SO good at riding

- You'll make her ride your strap until she can't hold herself up anymore

- Wears short and revealing clothing a lot, which drives you insane

- She likes it when you get jealous of other people seeing so much of her skin

- You make sure to remind her who she belongs to by fucking her into the mattress until she can't take it any longer (with consent ofc)

- But afterwards you better prepare to hold her for a long time

- She doesn't need much when it comes to aftercare except just being held and told she's a good girl

Dami (top):

- A lot of ppl see her as mean, but i think she'd be a soft dom

- Just wants to pleasure you

- Her strap game is crazyy

- You have a collection of dildos and other toys that she loves using on you

- You have an oral fixation

- Loves the feeling of your mouth around her fingers

- Will push them further down your mouth so you gag

- She'll call you her good girl while you choke

- And then she'll wipe your saliva messily on your cheek

- She's soooo good with fingering you too

- She knows all the right spots

- If you try to finger yourself when you're alone, you give up because your fingers can't reach places like she can

- When you've finished on her fingers, she places them on your mouth, expecting you to clean them

- Another thing that adds to your obsession with her hands is the way she caresses you

- She could be fucking you roughly but her hand will feel so gentle and soft against your skin

- If you're riding her strap, her hands gently glide from your neck to your shoulder and all over your body

- “That's it, you're almost there, you can come for me”

- Her ego grows so big because of how easy it is to make you come

- Kinda likes sleepy sex too

- Before bed if you are tired but can't sleep, she'll go under the covers and eat you out

- She takes her time and isn't aggressive since she doesn't want her jaw to ache before sleeping

- Your orgasm basically puts you to sleep

- She'll make sure to get wipes and clean you tho even if you're barely conscious

Gahyun (bottom)

- Pillow princess

- Teases you by wearing short skirts

- Pretends to drop something just to pick it up by bending over and revealing her underwear

- Size queen

- Always challenges herself to take the biggest strap she can

- Loves to dirty talk and whine about the size

- “Fuck, it's too big, I don't know if you'll fit”

- But you both know you'll make it fit

- Loves when you show your strength

- When you get home and pick her up to finger her against a wall

- Or pinning her against the bed with your hands around her wrists

- You could make out with her for hours

- Red and swollen lips is your favourite look on her

- Just like Sua, she has sensitive boobs

- Even an accidental touch can turn her on

- When she's riding your fingers or strap, you feel hypnotised watching them bounce

- You love to pull and lightly bite her nipples, which makes Gahyun more whiny

- She wants nothing more in a relationship than to be taken care of

- So of course you eat her out while she's in bed catching up on her kdramas

- Loves sitting on your lap too

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Thanks for reading, asks are open for anything :) Lmk if there's any mistakes

[ot7stan4life]

I Missed You

Handong (Dreamcatcher) x Female Reader

(1 part - completed ✅)

Word Count: 2500

Summary: With you and Handong both being members of different girl groups, you find it hard to make time for each other. After lengthy international schedules, you’re finally able to reunite and, in a moment of vulnerability, you begin to truly understand the full extent of your feelings for each other.

Warnings: no warnings

Idol cameo: Rosé from Blackpink

"Are you sure it sounds good?" the younger blonde member asked, still unsure of the final product of her solo bside even after the endless reassuring compliments I’d given her in just the past few minutes. "I feel like it's missing something,” she stated and turned in her chair to mess with the sound board. "Maybe I should add-"

"Rosie,” I exclaimed with a laugh. "You're gonna be adding stuff all day if you keep overthinking."

Her hands slowly retreated from the massive panel of buttons and she looked up at me, pouting.

"I promise you it sounds perfect. There’s no need to worry.” I sent her an encouraging smile. “Now is the part of the process where you sit back and appreciate it."

She just nodded with a sigh of resignation and stood up.

"You're right, unnie."

Her feet lead her towards me and she outstretched her arms for a hug.

"Thank you for helping,” she mumbled into my shoulder.

I smiled when she backed away and looked into her eyes to see nothing but sincereity.

"Seriously, I couldn't have finished it without you."

Rolling my eyes, I playfully shoved my best friend. "Now you're just getting all sappy. I did nothing."

The Aussie giggled cutely and grabbed hold of my hands so she didn't stumble backwards.

"Whatever, you know I suck at producing on my own,” she stated a little too easily and I frowned at her degrading comment.

"I'm gonna let that slide because we both know it's not true, but next time I hear you talk about yourself like you're not the most ridiculously talented human being ever, I will beat you up."

My eyes squinted threateningly but she only laughed again.

"Right, like you would hurt a single living thing in your life... you big teddy bear,” she mocked, jabbing her fingers into my stomach.

I swatted her hand away which prompted another laugh from her and I grumbled, "I don't know who's worse... you or Dongie."

The mention of my girlfriend seemed to jog her memory because she suddenly exclaimed, "Oh! Are you going to see her tonight?"

She now had her phone in her hands, busy looking something up.

I took a step closer and replied, "Yeah, why?"

"If you see Yoohyeon, will you tell her to respond to my texts?" Her eyes moved from the nearly empty text thread on the screen of her phone back up to my face. A hint of a frown pulled down the corners of her lips at the mention of the Dreamcatcher member she had been making an effort to befriend.

"You know she's terrified of you, right?" I chucked a little.

“Why?” she exclaimed, seemingly both confused and upset all at once while I continued laughing at her dilemma. "I'm like the least intimidating person alive!"

My laughter grew in volume at that and I had to bite back a remark about how true that statement was.

"Because you're an attractive woman, that’s why,” I smirked, remembering how shy the tallest member of my girlfriend's group was around me when I first started hanging out with them.

Handong had warned me about how panicky Yoohyeon got over pretty girls and said that's likely why she hadn't texted Rosé back, too afraid she would say the wrong thing and make a bad impression.

Rosé just sighed in defeat, probably relating to the girl she wanted to get close to. Really, Yoohyeon reminded me a lot of my best friend. They had tons of similarities, so much so that they could very well be the same person in a different body. I mean, they were even born in the same year... that couldn't be a coincidence.

"I'll tell her you don't bite,” I reassured her, only slightly joking. Still, it seemed to make Rosé happy.

"Good,” she smiled. "Now go have fun with your girlfriend. I know you've been dying to see her."

My smile mirrored hers thinking about how much I've been missing Handong since we've both been overseas and I leaned down to hug my best friend once again.

"Tell her I said hi."

My heart warmed at how supportive she was of my relationship and how she went out of her way to even befriend Dongie. Although Rosé was Korean unlike Handong and I, she was still a foreigner having lived in Australia for most of her life and could relate to us in that sense. Plus Rosie was a friendly person by nature so the friendship between her and Handong grew quickly and smoothly.

"I will."

When the hug was over I gave her one last stern glance.

"You better not spend all night working on that song of yours, you hear me?" I pointed my finger at her to emphasize my words.

"Yeah, yeah." She slowly shook her head with a smile. "And you better not have too much fun with that girlfriend of yours,” she gave her best mom voice.

I saluted her, making her wave me off with a laugh.

"Bye. I'll be back later tonight,” I waved, walking to the door of the studio.

"Alright, byeee-” she dragged out, waving back.

"... as long as I don't get kidnapped,” I added just as I slipped through the door.

I could just faintly hear a 'that's not funny' from the younger girl before I was out of earshot. The reply made me chuckle to myself, thinking about how much she worried over me even when it wasn't necessary.

-

Once I left the company, I went back to my apartment to get dressed. The outfit I chose was nice but not too flashy with the addition of a ball cap, face mask, and sunglasses. Being a member of the most well known girl group in the world came with its perks, but also its downfalls: one of those being the inability to go out in public without getting recognized. Even with the 'disguise,’ it was likely that someone would still notice me. I wouldn't mind it so much if I wasn't afraid of how people would react to me having one on one dinners with Handong.

At this point the general public assumed we were just good friends that bonded over our shared home country and the struggles that came with leaving home and adapting to Korean culture. But I feared the longer we saw each other the more people would start to suspect something deeper between us.

The idea itself didn't bother me, but the inevitable hate that my so called 'fans' would throw at Handong and her members just over the potential rumors was really what worried me. It was something we talked about early on in our friendship, yet Handong always reassured me that she could handle it and that I was worth it. As much as I wanted to argue with her, her clear dedication to our relationship warmed my heart. Plus, maybe I was a little selfish and wanted to keep her in spite of the risks. Either way I'd stand up to my fans and stick up for her if it came down to that and I knew she would do the same for me.

That in mind, I started my drive to Dreamcatcher's dorm, feeling excited about seeing Handong after the month we had been apart. When I arrived, I quickly made my way inside and up to the right level.

After knocking, Minji was the first to greet me with a friendly smile. She asked how I was doing and offered to get me anything from the kitchen, but I politely refused after responding to her greeting.

A couple other members came to see what the commotion was about and Minji left me with them to go fetch Handong.

Yoohyeon had excitedly bounded towards me when she realized it was me (having previously removed my sunglasses and mask) and gave me a hug, telling me how much she missed me.

"I missed you, too," I replied honestly before asking, "Have you been well? How was the tour?" My question was also directed to the maknae who had appeared at Yoohyeon's side to greet me as well.

They both briefly said how much they enjoyed it but how tiring it was before pelting me with compliments about my group's comeback and our VMA performance, saying how cool it was that we got to perform at an American award show and asking about the celebrities we met.

I was overwhelmed by how kind the two were and did my best to answer their questions as I waited for Handong.

As the topic started to shift, I took my opportunity to fulfill my best friend's request.

"You know, Rosé met Taylor Swift while we were there. You should ask her about it some time, Yoohyeon.” I nudged her shoulder with my elbow, raising my eyebrows at her.

She seemed to get what I was hinting at and blushed. "Oh okay- yeah. M-maybe I will." The idea of my member clearly made her flustered and I smiled.

"You should. She's been dying to talk to you," I winked at her which only made the panic worsen.

Just then a familiar voice that made my heart flutter spoke from the distance, "Sorry I kept you waiting, we got finished with practice later than I anticipated."

My eyes finally met those kind, soft brown ones and I felt my cheeks heat up at her appearance. She somehow always looked so elegant and expensive and the black blazer she had on with the necklace I bought her for her birthday earlier this year only further proved that. Her hair was also different than the last time I saw her, now cut into a black shoulder-length two-tone bob with blonde underneath. It somehow made her look older and more mature and I felt my heart rate rise through the roof as I stared at her.

Realizing I probably looked ridiculous in that moment, I closed my mouth and replied, "No, no it's fine. I wasn't waiting that long." My mouth shut with a smile that grew when she looked at me skeptically and chuckled.

"Acting so formal because my members are around," she questioned, "or has it really been that long since we've talked in person?" Her expression was still amused but I could sense that she was also saddened by the last part as much as I was.

"No, I think my brain couldn't believe that the beautiful woman standing in front of me was somehow also my girlfriend,” I said in total honestly, not even trying to be flirtatious.

My words made Yoohyeon squeal beside me even though they weren't directed at her and Gahyun mumbled some exclamation about how she ‘can never seem to get away from it.’

Handong had a different yet predictable reaction, shoving my shoulder and scrunching her nose in mock disgust, yet I could see the pink seep into her cheeks. She liked to pretend that she hated when I said cheesy stuff like that, but I knew she loved it. It always got to her anyways.

"Okay, let's get out of here and away from these pabos." Handong leaned into me but said the last part loud enough to elicit annoyed responses from the two younger members.

I giggled at how their playful behavior resembled the way my members and I joked with one another before bidding them a final farewell. Linking my hand with Handong's, I let her pull me through the doorway and out of their dorm.

When we got into the hallway, she led me to the elevators and pressed the button.

As we waited, she turned to me and put her arms around my neck.

"I missed you,” she finally admitted now that we were alone and looked into my eyes sadly.

My heart sped up and I grabbed her waist to pull her closer.

"I missed you, too." I frowned at her voice and impatiently tilted my head so that my hat didn't hit her forehead before kissing her.

When our lips met, I sighed in relief: her kiss like the first drink of water after a month-long drought. Promotions were especially tiring this time around, but knowing that I would be going back to Handong at the end was the only thing that got me through it.

She started to pull back, but I kissed her again, showing her how much I had really missed her. Her hands grabbed the back of my neck gently and the exhale she let out against my cheek was slightly staggered. Something wet landed on my shirt and it was only then that I realized she was crying.

Alarmed, I pulled back suddenly and examined her face to see fresh tears sliding down her cheeks. By now the elevator had arrived, but I didn't pay it any mind, more concerned about the woman in front of me.

"What's wrong, DongDong?" I asked lightly, but the nickname seemed to make it worse when she whimpered and buried her head in my neck. I held her tighter around her waist and rubbed her back soothingly.

"I'm sorry,” she mumbled into my neck and my heart broke.

"You don't need to apologize, jagi," I whispered and turned to kiss the side of her head.

"I don't mean to cry,” she sniffled, clutching the back of my shirt. "I guess I just didn't realize how much I really missed you."

I felt my own tears starting to form and could only let out a small laugh in response, thinking about how ridiculous we probably looked hugging each other while sobbing in the middle of an empty hallway.

Still, I sucked the tears back in, trying my best to stay strong and comfort her instead.

"Being away from home is never easy either... if you can even really call this home,” I said softly.

She sniffled again and leaned back.

I instantly used my sleeves to wipe the fresh tear stains off her face and she just watched me with a pitiful smile. Once I rid all the stray tears from underneath her chin, she pulled me forward and gently slid my hat off to rest her forehead on mine.

"You are my home,” she told me simply, yet nothing about that statement was simple.

Nothing in the meaning or the way it made me feel. It was better than 'I love you,’ because it meant I was the one she felt safe and comfortable with. Even more than her family back in China. It meant that I was her forever. And that made me feel the most love I had ever felt in my life. From her and for her. Because I knew she was mine too. She was the only one I ever wanted to go back to. The one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.

So, I said the same back to her and I kissed her knowing that, though it was the first after a long time, it certainly would not be the last.

**This imagine was transferred over from my Wattpad acc OT5Stan4Life**

[insomniakisses]

Being the omega

General hcs;

- PROTECTIVE GFS

- anyone other alpha gets bear you without concent then its a problem.

- the unnies will have to be held back because otherwise there is BLOOD

- Handong and Yoohyeon aren’t much better their faces all scrunched up and arms around you

- gahyeonie is most likely to either pass a rude comment or practically make out with u infront of them.

- for the rest of the day you have to be next to them or one one if their laps

- practice always becomes ways to tease eachother

- jiu in grey sweatpants

- they love seeing you in their clothes because <3333

- u look adorable in them and u smell like your alphas

- CUDDLE PILES!!

- your all just piled on top of eachother watching movies or talking

- forehead kisses, cheek kisses and neck kisses 24/7

- alot of scent marking

- so alot one one or all of them just nuzzling into your neck and kissing your wrists

- the best babies is your sick <3

- make u soup, buy nesting supplies, warm hugs and kisses

- Siyeon will carry you everywhere

- if your ever sleepy from practice then piggie backs from any of them 🥺

- baths and showers together <3

- washing damis hair makes her relax so much

- handong and dami read to you if you cant sleep

- if not reading then they (the others too) will sing you to sleep

- just depends on whose bed ur in for the night

- sometimes they get a bit much and u just want your own space so they have a room thats like ur den

- has ur nest in and all ur essentials for relaxation

- when u first went in there the girls were kinda pouty and missed ur attention

- Gahyeon, Yoohyeon and Siyeon alot like lost puppies looking at the door to see if you’d come out

- when u finally did they practically jumped on u

- eventually get used to u needing space

- 7 alphas who all want ur attention 24/7 is alot.

Your heat

- they have when it should arrive on there phone calander

- prefer u dont use suppressants because of the effects they can cause

- but if u do then it is ur choice

- sometimes u have to for tours and there not all that happy especially if there put on rut blockers

- you spend ur head with whoever u want

- its 100% up to you

- alot of the time you change alpha per day because they get horny n jealous

- when u enter preheat sua will eat you out practically all day, saving her cock for your actual heat

- after heats and during cool down periods they make sure you eat and drink enough and have all the cuddles possible!!!

Jiu

- gets quite aggressive and possessive when her rut hits

- yall know when shes nearing a rut cause things annoy her alot more and her dick is pretty much always slightly hard

- pressed her face to your neck ALOT

- When her rut actually hits she goes straight to you

- her scent so strong that your practically beggin for her

- likes to slowly intensify her pheromone release to work you up

- her cock is massive so you have to be really wet and completely take her

- she only fuck you to the base of her cock

- cant handle it if she cant fit

- partially fear of hurting you

- but also because she thinks its a waste not to have her whole cock in you

- when she knots you she grunts so load as it slips in and pulsates within you

- her cum feels heavy even though its pretty runny

- makes you feel so full

- her cock definitely makes your tummy bulge and when she cums that bulge increases

- while shes coming and her knots at full capacity in you, she likes to grind and shallowly thrust into you.

- the wet tight feeling makes her head spin in addition to the whimpers u make

- her moaning is deep and loud

- shes rough tbh.

- takes you from behind.

- wraps her arms or big hands around your neck and pound into you hard and fast

- lowkey has a size kink 👀

- her balls slap against you and she just grunts and thrust faster watching you fall apart on her cock over and over

- leaves marks on your neck, jaw, shoulders

- anywhere she can reach

- her rut is typically a 3-4 day event

- so prepare for the brutal events of those days and then the soft aftercare after that

- kisses, cuddles, baths everything u want u get.

Sua

- BREEDING KINK

- LOVES eating u out

- if ur not in heat then she cums deep in both your holes before eating every last drop out

- she loves how u taste

- thinks she tastes fucking delicious

- so why wouldnt she

- she fucks you in missionary and will pin you to the bed with her body

- her legs preventing yours from closing

- if your in heat then she just fucks and cums fucks and cums

- u two dont leave until the two of you are sated and shes fully bred u

- her balls arent all that big same with her not

- her cocks sort of an average size but throbs ALOT

- she can get LOUD

- bites your neck

- marks you alot and tbh has a little thing for seeing you cry from overstimulation

- her ruts only last like 2 days tho

Siyeon

- shes bigger than average

- fucks hard and fast when shes really worked up

- BREEDING KINK

- I feel like siyeon has a tattoo on her hip

- if ur sucking her off and giving it little kisses, they way shed look n smile at u-

- It’s a little heart in your favorite color

- Kiss her tatoos please she goes soft 🥺

- i feel like ya know how some ppl have like thing like saying a safe word or double tapping their arm? All you have to do is stroke or kiss it and she will slow right down and ask if ur okay.

- Ofc if u outright say it hurts or to stop in a tone on pain, seriousness or urgency she will stop anyway

- just because she this big bad girlfriend doesn’t mean that she doesn’t love or want you safe because you’re safety is her main priority

- also feel like she doesnt really like seeing u cry during sex, even if its from pleasure she panics and is like “omg are u okay!? Does it hurt!? Too much!?”

- Might stop alltogether if u cry from her going rough, guilty even if u say ur okay

- like one time when you asked her to hit your ass harder she accidentally hit you too hard and you started crying

- And she immediately went soft

- No because she was so hesitant to do it but u asked so desperately that she did but the minute you cry and say it was too hard or it hurts her heart stops and she hold you close.

- If you want to stop the she will but if u want her to slow down and go soft the shell lay you down sort of in a spooning position and softly thrust. Giving you kisses and rubbing your hip or leg 🥺

- And then when you guys are done she brings you ice cream in bed

- Icecream, movies, kisses and cuddles

- Just a soft soft siyeon

- her ruts are between 2-3 days

Handong

- small cock, a little under average and it curves to the left slightly

- she likes to use your throat as her own personal cocksleve

- cumming deep in your throat is her fav thing

- holds you down on her cock and pinches ur nose to stop u breathing if u act up

- enjoys chocking and squeezing your throat

- especially while ur deepthroating her

- during the break of filming the office ep of dreamcatcher mind she made you suck her off under the table

- the other girls were so turned on that when they were leaving yoohyeon fucked you against the desk as u two were the very last to leave.

- shes a dom but that doesnt mean shes not gonna dress up in pretty lingerie and show her cock off for you.

- fucks you desperatly

- her pretty cock oozes such warm and runny come that it drips out of you

- buys a plug to stop that happening.

- her rut is about 4 days

Yoohyeon

- big cock

- few inches smaller than jiu but way thicker

- splits you open

- fucks you deep into the bed as she empties her balls again and again into ur cunt

- also has a breeding and choking kink

- she moans and whines alot

- Semi public sex is a turn on

- makes u ride her thigh

- marks u up

- leaves hand prints on ur ass

- spits on your cunt before fucking you

- cock throbbing in you while she cums and circles ur clit through your orgasm

- knots for a LONG time

- 45 mins is the average you can be there for almost an hour n a half

- she has big balls full of cum

- saves orgasms up for her rut

- brutal with great aftercare

- fingers one hole while fucking the other

- likes 69

- squirt on her face pls

- rut is about 3 days for her then she sleeps for a week 😂

Dami

- her dick is the smallest but god is it the thickest

- her knot too

- massive, heavy balls filled with thick cum

- knots your ass and pulls out fast before slowly easing it back in

- gaping u is something she lives for

- often leaves both holes gaping and full if thick cum

- pretty silent during sex

- will curse and moan under her breath

- DIRTY TALK

- ears go red when she orgasms

- nuzzles her head into ur neck

- worn out giggles after sex

- takes u for a bath and fuck u again

- fucks ur thighs to cum all over you

- likes to taste herself on your lips after a bj

- fists her cock until orgasm before cumming all over your ass or shooting her load into your ass while you spread your cheeks

- might work up to fisting your ass-

- very very freaky

- LOVES MUTUAL MASTERBATION

- likes making u squirt

- rut lasts like 4 days

Gahyeon

- totally needy during her rut. Pretty cock all hard and she’ll whine or groan as she waits for ur help. She doesnt seem the need to want to go to u so ud have to find her. Definitely likes being ridden when she’s like that. 😳😳☺️

- I feel like her weakness is you sucking her off, has such a thing for being punished by over stim or edging.

- shes so sore and eager from being in rut that not letting her cum can make her shout and try to top u.

- Shes bratty af so is punished quite alot

- Sucking her tip only when giving her a bj makes her so bratty cause your not taking her full length

- gets annoyed and pushes you down on her cock once

- My god did she regret it as soon as you looked at her

- You edged her for hours before then over stimulating her precious cock.

- Her cock all red, covered in cum and throbbing afterwards

- She was falling asleep so you had to clean her up and fight off her cuddles till after.

- She totally TOTALLY becomes attached to you like a koala after sex.

- Pouty, whiney baby

- her cock is so pretty and she tends to always have a red tip

- she has the cutest cock and when she get desperate to cum then the tip 100 percent gets a little more red. Also the faces she makes during sex-

- LOUD MOANS

- you top.

- her rut is about 5 days

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Dreamcatcher Reaction To Having A Really Affectionate S/O

Pairing: Dreamcatcher x GN!Reader

Requested By Anon: "hii can i request dreamcatcher reacting to having a really affectionate s/o (their love language is physical touch)?"

A/N: Hello hello, my lovely readers! I'm back again with some Dreamcatcher fluff, just for you. I hope you like all of these! Don't forget to like, comment, and reblog; it keeps me motivated :)

Info: Each member has a reaction, a story snippet / oneshot, and their love languages ranked. It's loooong, so enjoy!

Jiu

Adores it. She’s mentioned before that she feels the safest when she’s in your arms, so it’s really a no-brainer that she’s happiest whenever you’re loving on her

Just as much as she loves to take care of you and the girls, she secretly loves to get taken care of, too

Especially by you

You just know all the right ways to hold her and help her relax. Your back rubs are elite, according to her. She lowkey thinks you were a professional masseuse in your past life

You’re her personal heater

And pillow

On particularly rough days, she’ll just fall into your waiting arms and let you work your magic. She vents about her stressors, gradually releasing all of the pent-up tension that she’d been unable to get rid of on her own, until her complaints eventually subside and dissolve into quiet, sulky mumbles as she teeters on the edge of sleep

When you see her so cuddly and relaxed like that, you just…*heart clutch*

Likewise, Jiu regards you with those exact same, astronomically high levels of adoration

You’re literally the most precious and pure thing in the world to her. When you peer up at her with those bright eyes of yours, so starry and full of love for her, she always ends up blushing. She wants to protect you and your cuteness from the world

“My sweet Y/N… what did I ever do to deserve you?”

Without even trying, the two of you naturally gravitate towards one another whenever you’re together. You never have to ask for her attention or affection because she gives it just as readily as you do

When you’re out in public, she never lets you stray too far from her. Both because she’ll inevitably be holding some article of clothing up to you to see if it would fit, or pointing some piece of nature out to you, or discussing what you should grab for lunch….and also because she just wants you nearby. 

Though she doesn’t mind admiring the view she gets when you walk away, too ;)

She loves to play with your hands while you cuddle, and she also loves when you put your head in her lap

She sings to you

Whenever her schedule gets busy or the girls go on tour, she leaves some of her hoodies behind for you and makes sure to spray her perfume on them. She also presets a weekly reminder in your phone to display a sweet message for you, aware that you’ll be missing her a lot. She programs it to sound off around the time you typically wake up in the mornings because she wants it to be the first thing you see. If she can’t be there with you physically, she’ll gladly do that to make up for it

Video calls whenever you’re apart. She doesn’t feel fully at ease unless she knows you’re safe and happy

Seeing you never fails to brighten her day

Overall just a total ball of sunshine who is super super soft for you 

Story Snippet

7:32 PM 

About an hour and a half had passed since your last check-in on her, and you decided it was time to peek in again. 

Quietly, so as to not disturb the rare bout of calmness that had befallen the dorm, you approached her bedroom door and turned the knob, opening it gently. A sliver of light from the hall rushed in, cutting through the relative dark. 

Her bedside lamp was still on – dimmed to the lowest setting, just like you left it before. The bottle of water on her nightstand was a little closer to being empty than you remember, and the headache pills you had set out were gone. 

Your eyes tracked over to her soft form on the bed, finding her tucked in but awake. A sleepy, exhausted smile showed on her face when she realized it was you at the door, just barely visible in the low light. Like always, though, it had a way of shining and brightening up everything around her. 

Even when she was feeling under the weather, she couldn’t help but be radiant.

“Hi, baby,” her gentle voice greeted, sounding a bit strained.

The overexertion that she'd subjected herself to over the past few days was rearing its ugly head. 

“Hi, my love.” You smiled pitifully, stepping inside. You shut the door behind yourself and approached the bed, standing at the foot of it. “How are you feeling now?”

“Drained,” she admitted. “I’m still tired; I haven’t been able to wind down.” 

You nodded. “You’ve worked hard this week, so that makes sense. Can I get you anything to help?”

“Yeah, actually.” She pepped up the slightest bit. 

“Name it and it’s yours.”

A grin pulled at her lips of the irony of that. 

“You,” she answered. “Come here, I want to hold you.”

She opened the fluffy covers and waved you in, patting the space next to her. The smile on your face widened shyly at that, but you didn’t hesitate to do as she asked. You climbed in and settled close to her, letting her arms wind around you in the special way they always do.

Her lips pressed to yours, once… twice… three times, before she regained control of herself and opted to keep things PG. It was a bit difficult, with how soft and warm you were, sliding up against her and oh so tempting, but her better judgment managed to prevail in the end.

“I’ve been worried about you today,” you confessed, the words slightly mumbled as your cheek pressed to her chest, “...and I’ve missed you.” 

You pouted, and she could feel it. Though she couldn’t see it, she knew it looked adorable.

“I’ve missed you, too, baby,” she chuckled quietly, easing your worries a little in the process. “The bed feels so empty without you in it… I think that’s why I haven't been able to rest very well.”

You melted at her words, feeling so loved. How did she always manage to do that so easily?

“You mean it?”

She nodded, running one of her hands down your back as she scooted a little closer to you. “Absolutely, I do. So you’re not allowed to leave, okay? No slipping away.”

“Okay. I promise,” you assured her. 

You smiled when she released a sigh and relaxed into you, letting herself succumb to the exhaustion she felt. She knew you’d keep an eye on her – that she was safe and cared for – and that seemed to be the missing puzzle piece for her.

After just a couple of minutes of being in your presence, she was finally able to fully wind down; you felt it in the way that her breathing evened out and the tension in her muscles dissipated. 

The throbbing of her head mellowed, no longer unbearable. You were comfortable and easy to melt into, serving as the perfect distraction from the pain. With every gentle kiss you pressed to her skin and every pass your fingers made through her hair, she took another step towards the edge of sleep. 

A little later, as you went to ask her if the pills had helped any, you were halted by the sound of her soft snores. They filled the air of the bedroom around you, making it impossible to hide your grin. 

So precious.

Her “Giving” Love Languages Ranked:

1.) Physical Touch

2.) Quality Time

3.) Acts of Service

4.) Words of Affirmation

5.) Gifts

Honestly she's pretty much the human embodiment of all five of them put together. She will quite literally do anything to make you happy. Always, always, always watching out for you. 

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Sua

LOVES IT, ARE YOU KIDDING??

She never gets tired of your touch, and she really enjoys being with someone as clingy as she is

When you both get excited about something, it gets so loud and wild

High pitched laughing, yelling, jumping around, squealing… the whole nine yards

On the rare occasion that she’s busy doing something and not actively seeking affection or already clinging to you, you’ll initiate things. It goes straight to her head and she doesn’t shut up about it for the rest of the day. Gloats and brags about how cute and cuddly you are for her

But it also tends to make her blushy and flustered, and you're the only person capable of doing that.

She says you’re the only one who really understands her and her ways of showing love

Although she hides it well, sometimes she’s afraid that she does too much and annoys other people with her affection. But you’re always there to reassure her of the opposite (because you’re just like her)

Squishes your cheeks a lot and gushes about how cute you are

She protects you and your cuteness with her life. 

If anyone ever brushes you off or rejects your affection, she'll sweep you up in her arms and hold you close while yelling at them for it

Sometimes she'll literally just lay on you. She's a firm believer that being "too close" is simply impossible

Plays with your hair when you're cuddling 

When you’re walking together she usually slips a hand into your back pocket and keeps it there because she loves your ass so much

She loves it when you show affection in public, whether that’s by holding her close, pressing sweet kisses to her lips, holding hands, etc. Knowing that you’re proud of your love for her and you aren’t afraid to own it or show it makes her happy

She also really enjoys it when you show her off

Play fighting is basically a daily occurrence for you. She chooses violence at least once a day

Despite the fact that she can be super aggressive and loud with her affection, she’s also equally as soft for you

Like when you’re all snuggled up in bed and waiting on her, she’ll just admire you from the doorway and smile to herself

Morning cuddles are a must for her. She never wants to get up when you’re at her side because you’re just so soft and warm and holding you is so comforting

She loves the way the two of you fit together

You’re her assistant chef whenever she cooks for everyone. She trusts you to try all of her creations and help her fix everything

That also definitely includes back hugs and a few kiss breaks because the sight of you in an apron drives her a little crazy

“Can you be on my menu tonight?” *wiggles eyebrows*

You’ve always made her feel safe, and she’s never afraid to be herself around you. You appreciate and accept all of her – every insecurity and perfect imperfection included

Story Snippet

The day’s taping of Show Champion was coming to an end as you snuck your way into the girls’ dressing room, aided by one of the backstage workers that was privy to your plans. She helped you hide within one of the closets and wished you luck before leaving just as inconspicuously as she had arrived.

-

10 Minutes Later

You nearly cracked your head on the back wall when the seven of them burst into the room, loudly conversing and joking with one another. The stems of the flowers in your hand squeaked together quietly, almost as a silent plea for release as you unconsciously tightened your hold on them.

From what sliver of the room you could see through the doors, all of the girls still had wide smiles on their faces. They were exhausted, sure, but happy and content with how the evening was going. 

Well, all but one.

Garbled bits and pieces of their conversations made their way over to you as you watched Sua sit down at one of the mirrored stations, putting some distance between herself and the other girls. She took out her phone and began scrolling soon after, most likely as a means of distraction.

Your heart ached a little at the sight. You knew she was feeling down – the girls had told you as much, through texts – but seeing it happen right in front of you made it all the more real.

For the past week and a half, your busy schedules had combined to form the most awful amalgamation of missed opportunities; anytime one of you happened to be free, even for a short while, the other was booked for some important task that was incapable of being canceled or otherwise wormed out of. 

All of the girls had missed you, but Sua was the one most affected by your absence – and everyone knew it. 

Her spirits had been low, and her normal vibrancy was diminished; it was strange, frankly – a little dystopian – for her to be so unlike herself. The girls depended on her chaotic energy to keep things running smoothly; their dynamic was simply thrown off without it. 

But Sua couldn’t even find it in herself to bother entertaining their banter, let alone join in. She didn’t have it in her to keep up with them today. 

Although the sight of her so dejected was upsetting, it made a small smile show on your lips; you would be able to cheer her up in no time, and the 180 that she would undergo would undoubtedly make all of the waiting she’d done be worth it. 

You counted down silently, wanting to time your entrance perfectly.

3…2…1-

Just as your free hand went to push the door open and kick off your big reveal, your cell phone began to ring in your pocket. 

You faltered, fumbling quickly to retrieve it. Sua’s contact image shined brightly, cutting through the dark around you. 

The outside world went silent – everyone quickly hushing up at the sudden noise.

You shut your eyes in defeat, sliding up on the green button, while simultaneously opening the door with your foot. 

“Surprise.” You said into the phone, locking eyes with her from across the room. 

Silence prevailed… one beat, two…. Until the earlier chaos returned with even more spirit than before. 

Shouts of your name rang out from the girls, staccato and shocked as they attempted to figure out how you had managed to get there. Sua, on the other hand, didn’t bother with that; she ran up to you, her face lighting up like an eager child’s as you emerged from the closet and turned your phone off. You slipped the device into your pocket and extended the flowers to her.

“Hi, baby,” you grinned, “I finally convinced my boss to let me have a day off, and now I’m he—”

She cut you off at once, wrapping her arms around you at the speed of light and pulling you into the tightest hug you’d ever experienced. What remained of your explanation fizzled out in an instant, knocked from your lungs right along with all the air you had left. 

The bouquet fell from your hands when she picked you up and wiggled you around in the air. Your shoes slightly brushed the ground between sways, and you groaned.

“Can’t…breathe…” You struggled out, constricted as she squeezed the life out of you.

Her arms only further tightened around you in response, full of days and days worth of pent up affection with no other place to go.

“Unnie, let go!” Dami scolded, coming up to slap her shoulder. “Y/N/N isn't going anywhere.”

Mere seconds before you went fully limp in her arms, your assailant – AKA the love of your life – put you back down on your feet and took a small step back to look at you. 

Glorious, glorious air returned to your lungs in a rush, and you heaved for a brief moment or two. Once your vision returned and the floating spots that had been clouding it retreated, you blinked a few times and turned your attention to Sua. 

A cute pout rested on her lips. “I’m sorry, jagi,” she muttered, the words partially aegyo-fied, but the glint in her eye told you that she wasn’t all that sorry at all. “I’ve just missed you so much.”

Wordlessly, you pulled her in close and hugged her again. She could feel the happy upturn of your lips against her neck as you buried your face there, just as relieved as she was to be reunited. 

“I’ve missed you, too.” You whispered to her, pressing a kiss to her pulsepoint, and then her jaw, and finally her cheek. 

She blushed wildly, growing increasingly more red by the second; the girls noticed, and their exaggerated coos and whoops soon filled the dressing room. When she turned to glare at them, hoping to scare them into silence, she quickly discovered that her typical method of intimidation wasn’t going to work in bringing their teasing to an end this time.

In the name of retribution, she delivered a retaliatory shove to your shoulder instead.

“Yah! We’re finally back together and you have to go embarrassing me right off the bat?” She scolded, voice shrill. “Pabo–”

You placed your lips against hers swiftly, kissing away her anger before it could accrue anymore firepower. Your arms wrapped around her waist, tugging her flush against the front of your body. 

She still attempted to mumble an annoyed protest against your lips, but when you grinned and pinched her side, she gave in and melted into your embrace, scoffing quietly. 

…

Dami grimaced as she stood in front of the girls, witnessing you kiss again. Sua shamelessly pushed you up against the closet, acting as though they all weren’t a matter of steps away from the both of you.

The bouquet rested in Dami’s hands, courtesy of her earlier retrieval of it from the floor. 

“Should I…”

“Just leave it,” Yoohyeon answered abruptly, sharing a similar expression. 

Dami nodded and placed it down on the couch before they all backed away and made a bee-line out of the dressing room, pretending to gag.

Her “Giving” Love Languages Ranked:

1.) Physical Touch

2.) Acts of Service

3.) Quality Time

4.) Words of Affirmation

5.) Gifts

Obviously, she’s first and foremost the best at demonstrating her love physically. Like the universal master of it. But aside from that, her strong suit is taking care of you. It comes naturally, and she can almost always be found doing something to make life that much easier on you. Cooking your favorite dishes when you’re hungry, nursing you back to health when you’re sick, being your shoulder to cry on, pulling your hair up when your hands are occupied, etc. 

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Siyeon

Couldn’t be happier. She absolutely loooooves being close to you

She could cuddle you for hours on end

Maybe even forever 

She rubs your back when she's holding you, tracing mindless patterns against your skin. Having you close is so special to her

Sings to you, sometimes coming up with new material on the fly. You’re her muse, after all, so it’s easy with you around

When things get too hectic and hard for her to deal with, you’re always by her side in a heartbeat

You can read her like a book, and she’s so grateful for that

She thanks her lucky stars on the daily for the fact that she found you in this great big world

When you seek comfort from her and retreat into the safety of her arms, she gets so protective of you. You could simply be evading the wind on a chilly day and she’ll lowkey yell at it to leave you alone while she holds you against her. 

She bought you matching rings for your anniversary one year, and when she zones out she always has a habit of toying with yours and playing with your fingers. 

Sometimes you all even zone out together (#CoupleGoals)

She pinches your elbow and the back of your hands a lot

When you go full koala mode and just latch onto her and refuse to let go, she gets so happy. It makes her slow down and just revel in the simplicity of your touch, appreciating every second she gets to spend with you (because your schedules don’t always align, and sometimes it can be difficult to have free time like that)

You’re basically her stress reliever. When you’re holding her, nothing else matters

And once you start cuddling, don’t expect her to let you get away without a fight. If you say you want a snack, she’s not afraid to pick you up and carry you into the kitchen just so she can be with you that much longer

“Baby, I’m not gonna drop you. I promise. Have some faith in your wolfie.”

Like Sua, she enjoys PDA. Not anything extreme, of course, but she likes it when you let people know that she’s yours and you’re hers. It helps prevent her from getting jealous (which happens sometimes, but a kiss from you usually solves that)

She’s seriously down bad for you and whipped in a major way. A single touch is powerful enough to make her weak in the knees

Our wolfie is totally *heart eyes* for you

Story Snippet

Siyeon's legs intertwined with yours as you laid down on top of her, pressing her into the couch. She tugged you in, urging you ever-closer as her warm hands settled against your hips. Her thumbs rubbed circles there, soft through the material of your shirt.

The musky scent of her perfume wafted into the air with her movements; it comforted you, putting you even more at ease. Your brain had long ago associated and equated that smell with home.

She smiled brightly, peering up at you with her dark eyes as she giggled at some random joke you had just made. You always knew just what to say to make her laugh. 

"You're so beautiful, jagi," you praised, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. 

"You think so?" She played, batting her lashes.

"More than you'll ever know. I'm the luckiest person alive," you mused.

The blush on her cheeks spread, becoming more prominent as it flitted its way across the bridge of her nose. She turned her head slightly to the side, briefly glancing away; she felt small beneath your gaze. You always looked at her like she was the most valuable thing in the universe; it made her shy.

"You're such a smooth talker," she groaned. 

You chuckled and leaned down, kissing her cheek. Your lips trailed over to hers, ghosting softly across her flawless skin as they pressed a few stray kisses here and there along the way. 

Her eyes fluttered shut the moment your lips met, fitting together as if they were created for that sole purpose. The vanilla balm smoothed across hers was partially smudged and wiped off – a result of the earlier kisses you couldn’t refrain from stealing, when the two of you had first lost interest in the movie you were watching. Its flavor remained, though, just as enticing as always. 

Inconspicuously slipped beneath your shirt, her fingers curled slightly along the small of your back – where her hands had now come to settle. She drew you closer, comforted by the way you felt against her. Your subsequent hum of gratitude made her melt.

The pad of your thumb made a pass over her cheek, rubbing it gently as you deepened the kiss. It stole her breath away, but she used what little she had left to gasp lightly into your mouth. 

You smiled, unable to help yourself. 

Stomp, stomp, stomp

Heavy, authoritarian footfalls resounded in the hallway outside of the dorm's door, gaining your attention. You curiously raised your head, and Siyeon lifted her chin to peek back at it.

A mere second later, Sua came blasting in. 

"Yah! Y/N L/N!"

Shit.

"Yoohyeon told me everything," she said, striding into the middle of the room. Yoohyeon trailed after, staying at a distance as she shut the door behind herself. She was wincing, appearing to heavily regret her earlier slip up.

You raised up, pushing yourself off of Siyeon and up onto your knees. She propped herself up on an elbow, clearly intrigued and confused.

"How could you take my hoodie without telling me?" Sua shrieked, approaching you with her hands out. They gripped your collar, shaking with purpose. 

"A-ah," you laughed nervously, dryly, "I was going to ask first, but I was running late this morning and had to just throw something on. My things were in the wash." 

"What if something stained it? You know how much I love it." 

"I would've bought you another," you promised, voice slightly strained as she tightened her grip, thus preventing you from breathing normally.

"You can't just 'buy another'! That line is discontinued now!" 

"Nothing happened, though–" you sputtered. "You're worrying for nothing; I already put it back.”

Disbelief gleamed in Sua’s eyes, and when Siyeon caught a glimpse of it she sat up at once. 

She knew then that your demise was imminent.

“THAT’S NOT THE POINT!” Sua bellowed, yanking you around. As she prepared to shove you backwards onto the couch and pounce, Siyeon selflessly put herself in front of you. She held her arms out, blocking you from all of the unnie’s methods of attack.

“Save yourself, Y/N! I’ll hold her off!”

“No…” you said, voice dropping dramatically as your head vehemently swayed left to right.

Amidst a slew of shoves and jabs from Sua, she nodded sadly, remaining strong. “Just go,” she begged. 

Her soft cheek nuzzled against your palm as you reached forward to briefly cup it, sharing one final embrace. 

“Remember me.”

“Always,” you whispered, holding back a grin at how dramatic the two of you were being. 

Following a subtle signal from her, you stumbled off of the coach as she turned and tackled Sua away from you, landing on the opposite end of it. Your sock clad feet slipped and slid on the wood flooring, providing you no sense of control as you scrambled to escape with your life. 

When you careened into the hallway wall, you shot a look over your shoulder; it was a horrific mistake, however, as it only awarded you the image of Sua slapping her elbow and jumping into the air before landing on Siyeon with it. A loud groan resounded around the living room, followed by Yoohyeon’s fading plea of “Unnie, no!” as you snapped your head forward again and set your sights on Jiu’s door at the end of the hall. 

Your legs gave out from how quickly you attempted to kick off again, sending you to the floor. 

Sua chuckled from somewhere behind you, far enough away to not pose an immediate threat, but still far too close for comfort. You pushed yourself off of the ground and sped off again, using the walls to propel yourself forward even faster. 

The knob of Jiu’s door slid into your hand and twisted smoothly, pulling a sigh of relief from you – thank God it wasn’t locked. Without wasting time on knocking, you blasted in and slammed it behind yourself, void of any and all grace whatsoever. 

You heaved, pressing your back to it and reaching down to lock it just as Sua’s frame collided with its other side. She had nearly gotten you – you’d made it just in the nick of time.

Jiu perked up on her bed, eyebrows raised and eyes open wide. The glow of her phone screen cast across her face and chest.

“Sua.” You explained, without having to elaborate. Her name alone validated your behavior a million times over.

The shock on Jiu’s face dissipated at once, turning to understanding. 

“Sua,” she repeated, nodding.

Her “Receiving” Love Languages Ranked:

1.) Quality Time

2.) Physical Touch 

3.) Words of Affirmation 

4.) Acts of Service

5.) Gifts

Our big bad wolfie might have a good poker face sometimes, but we all know she isn’t all that big or bad. She’s definitely a softie at heart and loves to hear every sweet thing you have to tell her when you’re spending time together.

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Handong

Very soft about it

She adores the attention you give her, and she always enjoys having you by her side. It makes her feel important and highkey boosts her ego

Also, having you nearby makes it easy for the two of you to be (playfully) judgy together and whisper jokes without other people interfering or overhearing

Aside from that, you genuinely comfort her in a lot of ways, and when you're apart she always finds herself missing you 

“You know, now I get homesick twice as much, Y/N. Half for my country, and half for you.”

Sometimes she teases you, cheekily saying that you just can't keep your hands off of her

But tbh she can’t keep her hands off you either

She’s a fan of more subtle touches, like a simple hand on the thigh beneath the table or an arm around the waist

Honestly though she also loves it when you surprise her with a spontaneous kiss (on the cheek or lips), or hug her and spin her around. It makes her blush like a madwoman, but she enjoys it – despite the playful nagging she does afterwards

You're one of the only people who can make her blush, and when you really get her good she’s out of commission for a couple minutes, unable to piece together any witty comebacks in her love-dazed mind

Once she’s regained her bearings, though, she amps up her charm in retaliation, aware that her flirting is basically your kryptonite 

And it works. Practically 100% of the time. 

Her bold confidence gets you just as flustered as she had been, and you typically end up hiding your face in her neck or shoving her shoulder and running away.

Enjoys PDA in the form of cuddling and kissing. Nothing too wild, but she definitely wants it to happen when you go out together. She wants people to know that you’re hers, and vice versa

Hand holding is the usual go to, or linking your arms together. Kisses, too, depending on the mood and vibe of wherever you are

You jokingly touch her muscles and brag about how strong she is, especially when she gets back from a workout

She's fond of the praise, and though she wouldn’t admit it without a fight, it makes her work a little harder to keep up her physique. Staying fit is already important to her, but the fact that you enjoy her body so much is just added encouragement. She also likes to feel powerful and like she can protect you, so it’s truly a win-win

(Though she knows you’d love her no matter what she looked like, muscles or no muscles)

She puts her head in your lap a lot as a silent way of asking you to play with her hair. It relaxes her, and she usually falls asleep in the process

When she’s feeling clingy herself, you’re the first person she goes to. You’re the only one capable of melting this ice princess

Story Snippet

(I don’t know the actual layout of the mall, so excuse any errors)

Starfield Mall – Seoul, SK

Forever Yours.

Handong peered into a glass display case, rereading the words over and over to herself. Two ruby pendants hung side by side on a rack, magnetically joined together in the middle to spell out the words. 

Only when they were connected did the short message come together. 

A sentimental smile made its way to her face the longer she looked at it. It would be the perfect gift for you, she decided, as she snuck a glance at you from across the store. You were occupied in the ring section, browsing through the different rows of them. The wondrous expression on your face warmed her heart.

"Sir," she called to a nearby worker quietly, so as to avoid drawing your attention. "I'd like to buy these." She motioned down to them.

He nodded and grabbed the key for the case before making his way over. 

-

Childish, bubbly laughter carried over to your ears as you exited the store and entered the mall’s spacious third floor, where numerous kids chased one another around. Beanies rested atop many of their heads, and the fuzzy sweaters they wore engulfed their tiny frames in such an endearing way that you couldn’t help but smile. 

Holiday lights gleamed all around you, strung up and wound around decorative tinsel on the storefronts and windows. They shimmered, some set on timers to flicker every now and then.

A gentle smile played on Handong’s lips when she felt the careful tug you applied to the end of her sleeve, silently asking for her hand. 

She wordlessly shifted her shopping bags into her other one in order to free it up for you to hold. 

Her fingers interlaced with your own immediately, assuming their rightful position for the millionth time today. She gently stroked the back of your hand with her thumb, allowing it to make a few gentle passes over your smooth skin.

Something about the way your hands fit together, so snug and perfectly balanced, made her truly believe they were created just for one another. No one else's – not a single one of the other billions in existence out there – could've ever compared to yours. 

She was sure of it.

“Where should we go now?” You asked, still letting your eyes wander across the expanse of holiday decorations. 

The steps you took together were relaxed, void of any rushing.

Handong pondered for a moment, racking her mind for a place nearby that would award you some much-needed privacy and quiet.

"How about that place downtown we've been wanting to try?" She suggested. "You know, close to the square?" 

“Oh," you gasped lightly, remembering the quaint little restaurant that she was referring to. "That'll be perfect, jagi." 

"I'm glad you agree," she quipped, leaning over to press a kiss to your temple. Your smile deepened, and when she pulled away you watched her fondly. 

What glimmers of love showed on her face were soon eclipsed by something else entirely, though. 

Mischief, you realized, a mere second too late. 

The apples of her cheeks became prominent as her lips tugged up into a pretty smile. The kind that’s soft enough to turn you to putty, yet striking enough to light a fire in your heart. Your kryptonite – a fact she used to her advantage. 

"Race you to the car!" She shrieked, already speeding off. 

You didn’t even have ample time to pick up your stumbling heart, or to catch your breath. 

"Dongie–"

Her bags jostled in her hands, swaying with every thundering step she took. The tread of her shoes against the linoleum echoed out, broken by a squeak when she made a turn up ahead.

You pursued her at once, bobbing and weaving through numerous people – some bewildered, others cheering you on. 

Her hair whipped around as she ran, flowing in the breeze with an elegance you would never understand. 

"Last one there has to pay for dinner!" She teased, glancing over her shoulder at you.

"You're going down!" You fired back, finally gaining on her. 

“In your dreams!”

—-

Harvest House - Bar & Grille

“Stop sulking,” you playfully chided from across the table, not even looking up from your menu. It wasn't necessary, after all.

You could practically feel her pouting.

Handong rolled her eyes and sighed, fighting the smile that tried to work its way onto her face at the fact that you knew her so well. 

She picked up her own menu and began to peruse it, comforted in a strange way by the gentle clanking of silverware and dishes that flowed throughout the restaurant. Much like your own, clusters of conversation hummed – little pockets of stories and adventures, softly recounted so as to not disrupt the others around them. 

Your eyes eventually wandered back to her, simply unable to stay away for too long. They peered at her curiously, watching with adoration as she concentrated on choosing the perfect meal. 

She felt you staring, and yet she stubbornly refused to look at you. It was her way of continuing to pout, and you knew it all too well. 

“Dongie…”

“Hmm?” She hummed, not budging. 

“Jagi…”

“Yes?” Her brow raised, and her head tilted up slightly. Not enough for her gaze to meet your own, though. 

“I love you.”

There it was. That phrase that she could never not react to. 

Your heart warmed as you witnessed an embarrassed tint of blush appear on her face, and the achingly sweet way her features softened as your words sunk in. 

“I love you, too,” she murmured, finally peering over the top of her menu at you. 

You smiled and placed a finger at the top of it, carefully tipping it down towards the table so you could see her better. 

Outside lights fought one another for the chance to shine on her through the large front window that the two of you were seated beside. Every color of the rainbow gleamed, emitted from star-shaped bulbs strung up across the square. 

In your peripheral, you could see the town's recently-placed Christmas tree standing tall on the other side of the street. People were taking pictures in front of it; some were large families, complete with a teen or two angstily brooding as they squeezed into the frame, and others were paired up or alone. 

You turned your head briefly, glancing at them.

Their interactions were so adorably human that it brought you comfort. The patient way they waited in line for their turn in front of the tree was endearing – reminiscent of childhood as they peered up at its lights, growing excited at the sight. Parents readjusted their children's beanies and mittens, ensuring that they were well protected from the cold. 

It was like a movie playing out right in front of you, reminding you of the true magic of the season. That's what it's all about. 

Handong must've noticed the dreamy expression on your face, because her next words took you by surprise, making you blush. 

"You're so beautiful it hurts, Y/N."

Your eyes widened in time with the upturn of your lips, and you shyly dipped your head down, avoiding her gaze. 

She reached out for your hand across the table, taking it into her own with ease. 

"Can I kiss you?" 

A question once asked with trembling lips, during the youth of your relationship, now spoken with a sweet confidence and nonchalance that made you fall for her all over again. 

It was a redundant question at best, when you so clearly would permit her to do anything she pleased. But, even still, it sent butterflies to your stomach. 

You nodded, leaning forward enough to meet her halfway. She did the same without missing a beat, and before you knew it her lips were on yours. 

Both of her hands came up to cup your cheeks, and she felt you grin at the change. 

She didn't understand why, in that moment, but she would soon.

Inconspicuously, you retrieved something from your pocket.

As you kissed her again, making it count in the name of keeping her distracted, she felt something being wrapped and fastened around her left wrist. It was small and thin, lightweight against her skin. 

Her brows furrowed lightly.

You pulled back after a moment with a knowing, anticipatory look on your face. The way it lit your features up made Handong’s heart skip a beat. 

Curious, she peered down to catch a glimpse of what it was. 

Polaris. A sterling silver, beautiful little bracelet with Polaris shimmering in the center. 

"Turn it over," you instructed, still grinning. 

She did as you said and found a personalized message engraved into the material. 

"Everlasting Love", it read, written in Chinese characters. 

Her lips parted in shock. "When did you…"

"A few days ago, when you went out with Gahyeon. She offered to help keep you distracted so you wouldn't find out."

"Y/N…" she sighed blissfully, shaking her head in disbelief. "How do you keep getting even more perfect?" 

You smiled again, rolling your eyes. 

"Shush," you tutted. "I'm just glad you like it." 

"Jagi, I don't like it. I love it. This means the world to me; especially coming from you. Thank you." 

She leaned forward to kiss you again, but this time her lips pressed to your cheek instead. She felt the heat there, exposing your shyness at her praise.

So precious.

Her own gift for you was practically burning a hole in the pocket of her coat by now, and she decided at once that it was time for you to receive it.

As she sat back and reached towards where the material hung across the back of her chair, you simply watched her with sweet curiosity.

You weren't expecting anything in return for the present. 

You were clueless to her plan, and yet, that made it all the more special. 

As she retrieved the box and held it out between you, finally opening it, you gasped quietly. A small treasure, discovered at last.

Her side of it peeked from beneath the cover of her shirt, daring to shimmer. 

She carefully took it out of the box and held it up, watching it catch the lights around you.

"Now we'll always have a piece of each other, no matter where we are," she mused, linking it with her side.

As it clicked into place, her eyes met your own.

Her “Giving” Love Languages Ranked:

1.) Gifts

2.) Physical Touch

3.) Quality Time

4.) Acts of Service

5.) Words of Affirmation

She spoils you every time the opportunity presents itself. CEO of Rich GF™ vibes. According to her, you deserve every single good thing that the world has to offer; so it’s really a no-brainer to her that you should be able to find something new wrapped up and waiting to be opened when you visit her. Anytime you mention needing or wanting something – even just offhandedly – she makes sure that it eventually ends up being yours. 

◤─────•~❉᯽❉~•─────◥

Yoohyeon

She loves it. There’s absolutely no doubt about it

We see how she is during interviews (always holding onto the members in some way and wanting to be near one of them), and that trait is no different when it comes to you

She always wants to be connected in some way, whether that's holding hands, linking pinkies or arms when you're walking together, piggyback rides, back hugs, etc.

Honestly she’s just as affectionate as you

She hates being away from you. She lives for your touches and kisses

And just your presence in general, really. She’s totally whipped for you

Being held by you always comforts her

And anytime you kiss her forehead or cheek? *earth-shattering squeal*

Hides her face in the crook of your neck when she gets shy

Despite her tendency to get embarrassed, she never turns down PDA from you. She enjoys the sentiment behind you letting everyone know that she’s yours (as if they had any doubts, with the way she was practically tethered to you at all times)

She sneaks into your bed when she can’t sleep

If that’s not an option, she’ll call you on the phone to hear your voice (and she ends up falling asleep with you still on the other end like 99% of the time)

“No, baby, I’m still awake." 

{...} 

*snoring*

You're her partner in crime. The girls lowkey tease you for it and say you're joined at the hip

Whenever Sua ends up chasing her around she always runs to you, seeking safety in your arms. You take your duties as a human shield very serious

Sometimes you team up with her enemy, though, and the three of you end up fighting and wrestling like a bunch of five year olds. She acts betrayed, but once a truce is called she’s in your arms again in less than a second

Tours are honestly difficult for both of you, for a multitude of reasons. But in particular, Yoohyeon gets grumpy when she goes an extended amount of time without proper cuddling from you. The members offer themselves up to fill in and keep WWIII from breaking out, but she swears up and down that they simply can’t compare

So, anytime you’re reunited after time apart, expect to be tackled to the ground or go careening into the nearest piece of furniture as she clumsily flings herself at you

She loves lazy days with you. Laying around and just relaxing together is one of her favorite pastimes

She usually acts childish and whines whenever you pull away, even if it’s just to go to the restroom or something

Anytime she decides to start gaming, you wait on standby…

…and when she eventually loses a match, you're there to hug her and make it all better

She swears up and down that you're her good luck charm. So most of the time you end up sitting at her side and watching as she plays

You’re her number one fan

And she’s yours, always and forever

Story Snippet

DC Dorm – 11:49 PM

A brochure suddenly smacked against your face, opened to a glossy middle page as Yoohyeon's body collapsed onto yours in a heap. 

She had run from her bed to the living room, unable to keep her recent discovery to herself. 

"Can I help you?" You asked sarcastically, cradling your sore nose. 

She pushed herself up into a sitting position and apologized for her clumsiness at once. 

After you forgave her, she flipped back to the announcement she'd seen in the booklet. 

It read:

"Thundering Heights Amusement Park – Grand Opening: July 7th"

An address was listed at the bottom of the page, and you realized it was just outside of the city. Maybe a twenty minute drive or so at most.

"Will you go with me?" She asked, hope shining in her dark eyes. They almost twinkled, like a kid's on Christmas. "It looks like so much fun."

You pretended to debate for a moment, enjoying the tease. She tugged at your shirt, pouting as you made her wait. 

"Sure, jagi. I'd love to–”

She tackled you down onto the loveseat and peppered hundreds of kisses across your face, her hands cupping your cheeks to keep you in place for her onslaught.

"Thank…" kiss, "you," kiss kiss, "baby." Kiss kiss kiss.

You giggled and squirmed a little beneath her, taking the affection as it came. 

—----

Opening Day

As usual, she was right. 

The day was off to a great start by all accounts, and you were convinced you had never smiled as much in your entire life as you had that morning. 

The sun was out, providing plenty of pretty views for you to admire together as you walked your way through the park. It livened up everything that it touched – made the trees’ green leaves a little more vibrant, the flowers a little brighter. The warmth of it wrapped around you like a hug, settling into the fibers of your clothes and staying put.

An occasional breeze blew in, mild yet so necessary as it balanced out that heat. It lifted the ends of Yoohyeon's hair, caressing them gently as she took in all of the sights around her. You walked beside her in tandem, simply admiring her. Admittedly, nothing else managed to capture your attention in the way that she did.

She caught you staring on more than one occasion and shyly scolded you each and every time, but you simply couldn’t help yourself. If there was one thing you’re sure of in life, it’s that she was created to be adored. Plain and simple. 

-

Later

“Let’s go again!” She bellowed, jumping around on her sneaker-clad feet. Adrenaline coursed through her, making her jittery from residual excitement.

Much the opposite, you were bent over the nearest railing, just outside of the exit for the ride. Your stomach churned, deciding on whether or not it wanted to upturn itself. 

“I can’t,” you groaned, holding your head. “I need something to drink first. And an hour long break.”

She tsked at you disappointedly, but appeared at your side a few seconds later nonetheless. Her hand rubbed the small of your back in soothing circles, easing you through your queasy-ness. 

Once it subsided, you uprighted yourself and looked at her. Something behind you caught her eye, and when she met your gaze again a small smile tugged at her lips. 

“I know just the thing to make you feel better.” She booped your nose lovingly, reaching down to grab your hand and tug you along for the millionth time today. 

-

15 Minutes Later

A sunhat rested atop your head, its brim droopy to block out the now-harsh rays that the Sun had to offer. The strap beneath your chin was pulled tight to ensure it didn’t fall off or blow away. You felt like you looked ridiculous, but she had insisted that you wear it. 

…so you did. 

You held a mini handheld fan up in front of your face, listening to the quiet brrr of its motor as it worked hard to cool you down. 

Yoohyeon stood in front of a slushy stand in the middle of the park’s food court, where she had just ordered and paid for your drinks. Two workers were inside, doing their best to keep things running smoothly. 

After another minute or so, one of them handed the refreshments over to her, smiling kindly and thanking her once more. She reciprocated and left, quickly returning to your side.

“Here you go,” she chirped, handing over your favorite flavor. “They’re nice and cold.”

“Phew,” you sighed, relieved. “I was worried they might’ve gotten hot on the way over. You know, since they’re made of ice.”

She smacked your shoulder in retaliation to your sarcasm. 

“Yah! Don’t act like I won’t eat yours, too.” She pointed a finger at you, jabbing you in the chest a couple times to solidify her point. 

“Ouch, tough crowd,” you feigned hurt, putting a hand atop the impact zones and rubbing the ache away. 

Though she fought hard, she couldn’t entirely conceal the grin on her face. So instead she busied her lips with her straw, drawing it between them to take a long sip.

You mirrored her actions, appreciating the fact that she knew and remembered your favorite order. It made you fall for her a little more, though you didn’t see how that was humanly possible.

Content and now more energized, the two of you fell in step again. Yoohyeon began to discuss the next section of rides for you to conquer, and what the quickest route to get there was. She babbled rapidly – far too fast for you to keep up – so you opted to just smile and nod, still sipping on your drink. 

You both knew you’d follow her wherever she went and do whatever she asked of you regardlessly, and you were aware that her ranting kept her happy. 

So you threw in the occasional “Oh, really?” and “No way!” to keep her going. It worked; eagerly, she continued.

The happy moment was soon cut short, however, as life suddenly took on a cinematic, almost slow-motion haze right before your very eyes. 

Yoohyeon turned to look over at you, meaning to tell you that the trolley was your best bet at making it across the park in a timely manner, when you both rounded an ill-fated corner. 

A welcome sign was propped in front of a shop's side door, directly in her path. 

Before you had ample time to react and stop her, she ran into it, tripping and being sent through the air before subsequently landing on top of the now-toppled sign with a harsh clack. The puppy-ear headband she had on jolted, its two brightly colored springs bouncing in opposite directions after colliding with one another. Her cup fell from her hand, too, getting crushed in the process.

You winced, tensing up instinctively. Oh no. She'd surely die of embarrassment. You could see the beginning stages of it unfolding as she hid her face, already blushing profusely. 

So, thinking on your feet, you knew you had to act fast to prevent her demise. If you could stand in the way of her arrival at an early grave, you planned to do it. One rule that you live by played in your head: you're in it together. Where she goes, you go. 

Including the ground, apparently.

Without hesitation, you rocketed yourself forward, tripping yourself over your own foot and sending yourself crashing to the pavement that waited below. 

The slushie in your hand exploded upon impact, erupting into a fruity blitz that shot off in a hundred different directions. Some got on you as well, immediately trying its hand at staining the fabric of your shirt. Your fan dinked off the ground, too, getting scuffed up as its motor came to a sputtering stop.

Your hat jostled, no longer sitting in its proper place.

"Oww!" You shouted, both a little over-dramatic and real. Though the cause itself may have been intentional, the fall definitely didn't get the memo. The front of your body ached, having absorbed the shock first and taken the brunt of the damage. 

"Who puts a sign in a place like that?!" You lamented.

You rolled over, squinting as the blazing sun shined down on you. You squirmed a little, still suffering from having the wind knocked out of you.

Yoohyeon groaned and pushed herself up into a sitting position at your side. She peered over at you, concerned, but your antics told her that you would be okay. After all, if you had hurt yourself too badly you wouldn't have been able to yell like that.

But making such a spectacle of yourself had clearly worked, because the people passing by all looked at you, rather than her. Their attention was successfully drawn away, and you smiled. At least the pain wasn't for nothing. 

"Are you alright, jagi?" You asked her, turning your head to gaze up at her. 

She scooted forward and put a hand up, shielding your eyes from the Sun in lieu of your hat. The shadow she created held the light at bay, allowing you to stop squinting. 

"My ego's dead, but other than that, yes." 

“Good.” You said, relieved. “Wait– not good about the ego thing! I- You know what I mean.”

She chuckled at that, though the sound eventually morphed into a soft grunt of pain. Happy pain, though. The kind that you feel later on down the road and recall the memories of. 

“And you?” She asked. “Is my knight in shining armor going to live?”

You nodded, winking at her. “I think I’ll pull through.”

“Good,” she reused your word. “Because if we’re gonna make it through the rest of the park today, we need to get a move on.” She glanced down at her watch quickly. “We should have enough time to get a replacement slushie…” she eyed both of your previous ones, where they laid nearby. With haste, she leaned over to grab their trashed containers, “...and then catch the trolley. But we’ve got to hurry.”

You sighed defeatedly as she sprang up and dusted herself off, like nothing had happened. It was a good quality to have, though, for someone as clumsy as her. She balanced herself out. Uncoordinated yet resilient. It was almost poetic. 

What wasn’t poetic, though, was the unceremonious way she hauled you up to your feet, all in one motion. 

You barely had a second to catch your breath, or wheeze, or curse into the afternoon air before she was pulling you along at the speed of light again, all of her embarrassment forgotten and instead replaced with excitement once more. 

Her “Receiving” Love Languages Ranked:

1.) Physical Touch

2.) Words of Affirmation

3.) Quality Time

4.) Acts of Service

5.) Gifts

Yoohyeon is prone to embarrass herself, and her insecurities sometimes tend to show themselves as a result. She also has an unfortunate habit of overthinking; but a simple and easy way to remedy that at any given moment is through physical touch and sweet words of reassurance. They never fail to comfort her and restore that confidence that you love so much.

◤─────•~❉᯽❉~•─────◥

Dami

Dami isn't always the biggest fan of physical touch, but she makes an exception for you

She's grown quite fond of your ways of showing love 

Especially because you respect her boundaries and don't overload her with it all of the time 

The girls jokingly complain about the fact that your affection never gets rejected by her like theirs does sometimes 

You're usually the one to initiate things, but she also surprises you sometimes by beating you to it

You l o v e when she does that because it just shows that she's willing to step outside of her comfort zone to convey her feelings for you

She usually gives you back hugs and puts her head on your shoulder

Slips in little touches throughout the day

Also loves to hold your hand

If it's chilly out and she notices your hands are cold, she'll slip one of her heating packs into them without you even having to ask

Piggy back rides

Lets you poke her cheeks and toy with them

She bought a pair of touch lamps for the both of you, so when she’s away and missing you she can touch hers and yours will light up. It’s a subtle reminder that she loves you and that you’re on her mind

Gives you her jacket when it’s cold out and holds the door for you

You've made her more comfortable with physicality, honestly, and she finds herself missing it when your schedules keep you away from each other

If you get overcome with emotion and give her a spontaneous kiss or cuddle, she ends up blushing every time, without fail

Sometimes she becomes the clingy one and wraps you up in her arms, not letting you go until she’s satisfied

“Let’s stay just like this, jagi.”

Soft hours

But any other time, when it’s you who’s being clingy, it’s really endearing to her to see you visibly waiting to touch her and attack her with a flurry of affection. You hold back long enough to get permission, but the second that she gives you the green light you’re basically pouncing on her

Whenever she reads, she invites you to snuggle up with her. She typically ends up absentmindedly toying with your hair, or stroking your arm, or pressing a few kisses to the top of your head, too

Just like her, her love is subtle and quiet most of the time. But it’s endless, and it’s always there

She loves you to the moon and back and is willing to do just about anything to see you smile

Story Snippet

DC Dorm – Dami's Room 

Snowflakes fell outside in droves, heavy and thick as they added to the masses that had already accumulated on the ground over the past few hours. Biting winds blasted by occasionally, reminding everyone of just how frigid it was. They caused a branch to knock into the window of Dami’s room, scraping it lightly.

Ever since your arrival in the afternoon, it had been like this; as you spent time gathered with the girls and enjoying yourself by the fireplace, nature had been gearing up for a full-blown blizzard. 

Aware of this, they all insisted that you spend the night at the dorm and just return home once the conditions were safer. 

It didn't take much to convince you, truth be told. Their company was far too enjoyable to turn down, and you didn’t have any desire to head back to your empty apartment anytime soon, anyway.

So now, in the wake of a movie-marathon, multiple games of drunken charades, and escaping the tight clutch of a sleeping Sua, you stood in front of Dami's dresser, bent at the waist as you sifted through the drawer that she had directed you to. 

Through the speakers of her phone, a soft piano melody ambled out, basking the room in a comfortable, easy-going ambience.

"Pick whichever one you want, baby," she called, glancing up briefly from her book as she flipped the page she had just finished. The texture of it – a little rough, unsmoothed – made a scratching sound as it rubbed against the one behind it.

"Really? Even the–"

"Yes, Y/N/N, even that one." She interrupted, amused. "I washed it yesterday because I figured you'd want to wear it." You could hear the grin in her words. 

Eagerly, you continued searching through the hoodies until you finally found the one you were after. It held a title unlike any other. None of the rest even held a candle to it. 

Why was it so special?

Because you bought it for her during a birthday trip last year, and it was the coziest thing in existence. 

Oh, and it was also panda themed. Dami in hoodie form.

With a triumphant smile, you unfolded it and thrust it up into the air, showing it off. Dami watched from the bed, smiling softly to herself at the cute sight. 

You slipped it over your head and pulled it down across your body, allowing the cozy material to engulf you. Two rounded ears sat atop the hood, and they bounced lightly when you tugged it up onto your head. The grin on your face deepened when you reached up to feel their fluffiness. 

“You’re so cute,” she mused, far too interested in you to pay attention to her book anymore. Her finger rested between its pages, keeping her place marked as she openly admired you.  

“Yah,” you scolded softly, lacking malice. You could feel your cheeks and ears warming up as a result of her compliment, and it made you shy. 

“Thank you,” you added quietly, glancing away. 

She bit her lip and shook her head, completely enamored. How could a person be so adorable?

“Come here,” she commanded, when she noticed you playing with the ends of the sleeves mindlessly. The inconspicuous (yet totally obvious) way you peeked back at her let her know that you wanted to be closer. 

Hope shined in your eyes as you padded over like a puppy, and when she tossed her book to the end of the bed and filled her hands with you instead, you nearly swooned. She tugged you in by the waist, sending you sideways onto the bed. 

A second later, she was hovering over top of you; her soft hair cascaded down around the two of you, blocking out the rest of the world like a privacy curtain. You met her dark eyes briefly, highlighted by the bits of lamplight that peeked through, shining on the two of you. But her gaze soon dropped lower, landing on your mouth – which she’d been dying to feel against her own all day.

“I’m so happy you’re here,” she admitted, before leaning in to press a gentle kiss to your lips. It was sweet and warm, just like her. “You made today so fun.”

“Yeah?” You grinned lazily, basking in the warmth that her body radiated. “I’d have to say that you made the day fun,” you opposed. “I mean, come on; when you saved us from losing that third round of charades with your last-second guess? That was gold.”

She nodded, pursing her lips as she recalled that victorious moment. “You do have a point there…”

“Or when you saved Jiu from getting whacked by a blindfolded Yoohyeon during our ‘What’s In The Box’ game? That deserved some kind of award.”

Her features pulled into a grimace at the memory. “I don’t know if she would’ve recovered, honestly. What do you think? Concussion? Short coma?”

Your hands trailed up to the back of her neck and gently settled there –  fingers interlocking as you took a second to consider her question. She shivered slightly at the sensation, nearly tickled when you absentmindedly toyed with the baby hairs at her nape.

“Mmm, definitely a concussion,” you frowned, feigning seriousness until the sudden sound of Dami’s laughter cut through the quiet, bringing out your own. 

She rested her forehead against yours as your combined giggles filled the air, completely and utterly happy. They were genuine and natural  – a little sleepy, a little unpolished – and that warmed your heart. 

Seeing her like that made you fall that much more in love. She shined brighter than moonlight, starlight, sunlight – all of it. You wanted to stay wrapped within the bounds of this perfect moment forever. 

“I mean it, though,” she affirmed softly, like some kind of shy confession finally given voice to, once your laughter died down into quiet chuckles. "Things wouldn't have been the same without you here."

Yet another one of her ways of saying ‘I love you’ without actually uttering the words. 

“I know,” you nodded, brushing the tip of your nose against hers a few times. You could feel her melt into you at the contact.

“I love you, too.”

Her “Giving” Love Languages Ranked:

1.) Acts of Service

2.) Quality Time

3.) Words of Affirmation

4.) Gifts

5.) Physical Touch

What she struggles to show physically, she makes up for in other ways. She’ll do favors, dote on you without you even having to ask, make you food if you’re hungry, leave encouraging post-it notes on your things if you’re in need of reassurance and support… the list is endless. It’s how she shows all of the love she has for you; she’s a fantastic listener and always pays close attention to you, and she thinks it’s easier and more convenient to demonstrate her love this way. The little things mean everything to her. 

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Gahyeon

Enjoys it a lot. Your presence alone is comforting to her, so she’s really happy to have you nearby 

When you link your arm through hers and cuddle into her side, she falls a little more in love with you. She does it to you often, too

Whenever you kiss her in front of the girls, she tends to get shy. (Mainly because of their relentless teasing). But she never turns you down 

She loves having your attention on her. 

And she'll pout in order to get it

Like Sua, she tends to get a little loud and aggressive with her love

Will literally whine and cover her eyes when you walk into the room because she says you look too good for her to handle

She loves to sit on your lap (and have you sit on hers as well)

Puts her head on your shoulder a lot

Holds onto the end of your sleeve and tugs it when she wants your attention

She lets you play with her hair and style it however you want

One time you managed to make it defy gravity, and she still hasn't lived that down at the dorm. The girls said she looked like an alien

Whenever you’re just lounging around together and scrolling on your phones, you both still like to be connected in some way. So she’ll usually pull your legs across her lap, or even lay between them. (It makes it even easier for her to show you something interesting or funny that she stumbles across)

She knows she can get her way with you really easily because you’re a total pushover for her. All she has to do is pout or give you a kiss and you’re like putty in her hands

That’s one of her favorite traits about you. Both because she thinks it’s adorable, and also because she can exploit it (big brain Gahyeon)

“Pretty please? I promise to buy you more candy in the morning if you just let me have this last one now.”  

{......} 

"...or we can share it, if you'd rather." 

You make her feel powerful and important, and that’s priceless to her

She loves when you get protective over her. There’s something about that side of you in particular that really does something to her

Whenever she’s busy or away on tour, expect lots of pictures and videos from her at odd hours. The time difference doesn’t stop her from messaging you when she can

Also, sleepy voice messages when she’s laying awake and having trouble sleeping 

Whenever you reunite, she’s yelling and running into your waiting arms

Story Snippet

“Yah, how much longer are we going to be out here?” Gahyeon whined, her breath turning white in the chilly atmosphere that surrounded the eight of you. It floated away gently, catching her attention for a brief second as she lagged behind everyone else.

Exploring the city and shopping had gotten boring for her about two hours ago, and quite frankly she was over it at this point. 

Heading the group with Jiu, you stopped and turned around to look at her. The brochure in your hands lowered, no longer your top priority. 

“What’s wrong, Gah?”

She didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she scuffed the bottom of her shoe against the ground, twisting it into a rut that existed in the weathered cobblestone. Her hands flexed into fists at her sides, toying with the handles of the shopping bags that were nestled against her palms. 

“I’m cold,” she finally said, voice small as a pout played on her lips. She looked away when everyone’s attention fell to her. Admittedly, she felt a little childish for making everyone stop. The weather was simply starting to get to her, and she was tired. 

But being the maknae meant she had every right to be babied, after all, so she didn’t feel too guilty. 

You rolled your eyes and smiled softly, shaking your head. “Jiu, will you take over? Let’s go to that restaurant I showed you earlier.”

“The historic one?” She asked, clarifying.

You nodded. “It used to be a royal building, so it’s pretty massive. And there’s a fireplace there fit to match, so…” you trailed off, glancing again at Gahyeon. Her pout deepened a little at you, exaggerating.

“Sounds great,” Jiu smiled warmly. “Let’s get going.”

The girls all resumed their walking after that, conversing with one another and taking in the surrounding sights of the city as Jiu flipped open to the brochure’s walking map and led the way. You let them pass you, waiting for Gahyeon to catch up.

Her nose was red, and the fuzzy muffs on her ears had fallen from their proper place. Her shoulders sagged dramatically, making her look truly spent. 

You had to bite back a laugh. 

“Here, baby,” you offered, reaching out to take the bags from her. She gave them without any further prompting, and you quickly slid them onto your arms, allowing them to rest in the crook of your elbow. You resituated her earmuffs next, and pressed a small kiss to the tip of her chilly nose. 

“Better?”

Her head shook in protest, stumping you. 

“Not yet.” 

She stepped forward, just a breath away, and slipped her hands into the pockets of your hoodie. They balled in the material and tugged you closer, nearly making you stumble into her at the unexpected action. 

“Let’s stay like this, just for a second. Let me warm up a bit,” she smiled mischievously, leaning in enough to brush her nose with yours. Her fingers wrapped around the warmers that were tucked away in your pockets, reveling in the soothing heat that they provided. 

You reached in, too, covering her delicate hands so that the cold didn’t have a chance to touch them. She hummed happily, tilting her head to the side to press a thankful kiss to your lips. She giggled quietly against them, pleased to have gotten her way. 

The night sky was bright above you, illuminated by the moon as it showered down its speckled starlight in a way that seemed intimate, like it was meant just for the two of you. Your own personal glimpse of the cosmos. It provided comfort, reminding you of home. Of all of those late nights in Korea, when you would sneak outside with Gahyeon for some fresh air, talking about any and everything your sleepy minds could come up with until the delirium set in and you had to amble your way back up to bed. 

Even here and now, in a foreign country that seemed lightyears away from that place, shimmers of those moments could be found. They gleamed in Gahyeon’s sweet eyes – hundreds of potential experiences and conversations just waiting to happen. It was meaningful, to say the least, and you were beyond happy that fate had allowed you to be here with all of them. 

You kissed her cheek before pulling away enough to look at her. 

“I love you–”

“I love you–”

Both of you laughed together at the coincidence, your shoulders lifting and falling lightly. The smile on her face was precious, reminiscent of a fox’s. You studied her for a moment, just taking her in and committing everything to memory.

“We should probably get going,” she said, still grinning, though she made no move to actually leave. Her gaze dropped to your lips, lingering there for a beat before raising to your own again. You felt the subtle way her fingers tightened against the warmers, attempting to be inconspicuous. 

It was almost comical how bad she was at hiding her feelings for you. 

“Yeah,” you agreed, settling closer, teasing her. 

She looked around, peeking over your shoulder before craning her body left and right to make sure the coast was clear. Once she was satisfied, she pulled your hood over your head and leaned in, sealing her lips against yours. 

Beneath the cover that your thick hood provided, she did as she pleased. Taking her time, savoring the rare chance she got to be alone with you like this. She was a mix of sensations – from her blushing, warm cheeks, to her chilly lips that slid against your own, never wanting to part. The entirety of the embrace was perfect; you couldn’t have asked for anything better.

“We really should get going, though,” you chuckled, resting your forehead against hers once you’d parted for air. “They’ve probably already made it there by now.”

“Fine,” she sighed, feigning annoyance again. “You’re right. But I’m taking this,” she declared, stealing one of your warmers. 

She pulled away, turning to stand at your side so you could walk next to one another. “We can share this one,” she resolved, keeping her other hand in your other pocket, where it was still cradled in your own. 

You sighed as well, mimicking her. “Fine.”

To smooth things over in the wake of her crime, she cuddled up against your side and laid her head on your shoulder as she pulled you along. The soft crunch of your shoes against the cobblestone street resounded, announcing your journey forward. 

“Thank you, babe.” She said quietly, serious now. “For everything.”

“Anything for you,” you quipped with a small smile, watching as your sweet assurance turned white in the air and surrendered itself to the universe.

Her “Giving” Love Languages Ranked:

1.) Gifts 

2.) Physical Touch

3.) Quality Time

4.) Words of Affirmation

5.) Acts of Service

She feels responsible and accomplished when she can spoil you and buy you the things that you want. There’s nothing quite like watching the smile grow on your face as you open up presents from her. She’s not afraid to go all out, either. 

[dark-night-insomniac]

|Dreamcatcher reaction ~ them being clingy to you

| No warnings! Just fluff

| I hope you all enjoy this lovelies! Remember to take care and rest <3

| After a long day at work, all your girlfriend wanted was to be next to you

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Minji yawned as she stepped through the front door. After taking off her shoes and her jacket, she looked around for you downstairs.

She saw some food on the counter but still no sign of you so she decided on calling for you.

She frowned when she didn't hear any reply. She looked at her phone confused. No text from you and it was 6 pm, you should have been home by now. She pressed your name on her contact list and called.

You immediately picked up

‘’Hi baby!’’

‘’Where are you?’’ You could hear the slight pout in her voice

‘’Why, is everything okay?’’

‘’Yes I was just thinking you’d be home by now’’ she said defeated.

‘’Oh babe I’m just upstairs, I was listening to music and studying, I'm sorry I didn’t hear you!’’

Jiu hung up and raced upstairs, slowly down before opening the door.

‘’Hey, baby!’’ You exclaimed before glancing back down at your notebook

‘’How was your day?’’ You added

‘’Hmm I missed you’’ she said while walking closer to the bed before sitting down.

‘’I missed you too honey, I’ll just finish these quickly’’

She looked over your shoulder, seeing you busy writing a few notes.

After a minute you noticed her closing in on you. Letting her chest press against your back and her head lay on your shoulders.

‘’Im sorry I'm almost done’’ she simply hummed before leaving a soft peck on your neck. She just couldn't help it. She had been thinking about you all day, and now that your soft kissable skin was right in front of her, she had to give it attention.

You giggled at her action, noticing her getting a bit impatient for your attention. You closed your notebook and looked down at her, noticing her slight pout.

‘’You want a hug that bad?’’ You teased her, making her whine

‘’Come here’’ you completely turned to face her, opening your arms wide for her. She immediately let her body rest on yours, head snuggling closer to your heart.

You rocked her from side to side, leaving sweet kisses on her temples. ‘’How was your day baby?’’

‘’Can we just cuddle for now’’ she mumbled against your skin, making you giggle again

‘’Of course baby’’ you replied with another kiss, this time on her lips.

You let yourself completely fall against the pillows, bringing Minji in with you. She let her arms lay on your stomach and her head on your chest.

You placed a blanket over the both of you before reaching for the tv remote.

But before you could reach it, you felt her nudge her head against you repeatedly, even adding a small whine to her plea. ‘’Please play with my hair’’

You could do nothing but obey your wonderful girlfriend, quickly lulling her to sleep after her long day

As soon as Sua finished dance practice, she hurried home. The both of you had been too busy this week to spend more time together than the time you slept. She stepped through the front door and immediately called for you.

It was finally Friday and the both of you had ended early, it was a perfect night to spend time together after a long week.

You heard her and made your way to the entry. You smiled as soon as you saw her. As for Sua, she ran towards you without any warning and engulfed you in a hug. After saving yourself from falling, you spun her around laughing. She clung onto you and let her head rest on your shoulder.

Once you settled her down, she placed one behind your neck to bring you closer before kissing you. She cupped your face and deepened the kiss even more, leaving you smiling.

‘’Missed me?’’ You teased when she pulled back

‘’Yah!’’ She lightly slapped your shoulder ‘’I haven't seen you all week’’ and all in one sentence she had turned from offended to pouting.

‘’I know I'm sorry baby’’

When she clung onto you again that's when you realized her clothes were a bit wet.

‘’Do you come from dance practice’’ you asked still holding onto her

She nodded in your embrace. You didn’t mind the situation, warm, cold, damp, your girlfriend was still your girlfriend and you loved to be in her arms… but you sure wouldn’t pass the occasion to tease her.

You gently pushed her off of you ‘’Ah you’re all sweaty Sua’’ trying your best to look disgusted although a smile was clearly peeking through. Your girlfriend picked up on your teasing and immediately retaliated.

‘’Oh, you don't like this?’’ She grinned before she grabbed you and pushed herself onto you in a hug.

You faked being in distress and tried getting away but she caught you in her arms again. ‘’You’re not going anywhere y/n’’ she giggled

‘’Help!’’ You shouted before giggling along with her

She pushed you to the nearest sofa and made the both of you fall onto it before nuzzling closer to you.

You faked an escape once again, slightly moving your leg closer to the floor. Sua didn’t stop you this time, simply warning you,

‘’Keep up this act and you’ll regret it y/n’’ she said before slightly tickling you, making you squirm under her.

‘’I was joking jagi, I love you so much’’ you kissed her lips again.

‘’I love you too, trouble maker’’

Siyeon texted you as soon as her day was over. She had been eager to see you all day. With the comeback approaching she had been busy for most of the week and she was looking forward to simply relaxing with you.

She drove to your apartment before letting herself in with the key you had given to her.

She spotted you looking out onto the balcony. After taking her shoes off she silently made her way to you before hugging you from behind.

You slightly jumped. ‘’Ah! Siyeon, you scared me’’

‘’I'm sorry baby’’ she pouted before resting her chin on your shoulder

‘’It's okay honey’’ you giggled before turning back to look at her. You placed a few strands of hair behind her ear before placing your arms around her waist.

She simply stared at you, a smile drawn on her lips. She would often zone out while staring at you, but it always had the same heartwarming effect on you, one that reminded you of just how much you loved her.

‘’The earth calling Siyeon’’ you joked with a teasing grin

‘’Ah! Sorry’’ she giggled ‘’I just missed you so much’’

‘’So did I but we should go inside before my baby gets cold’’ you explained with a grin, to which she responded with a nod and her signature pout.

You took her hand and guided her to your bedroom before laying down on your bed. She wasted no time in joining you, letting her head rest against your clothed armpit.

‘’How was your day baby?’’ You asked while she put both her arm and leg above your body.

‘’It’s better now’’ she mumbled happily

‘’Same here but is that all about your day?’’ You questioned with a grin

She nodded against your arm, making you giggle. She grabbed your hand and interlaced her fingers with yours before playing with the skin on the back of your hand.

You loved when she was clingy, you’d never get enough of her warm embrace.

After an exhausting day at work, Handong was excited to go back home to you.

She had been recording her special clip for her fans all day and was now ready to rest for the evening.

She came straight back home to you. Not stopping back at the studio to review the footage or change.

The crew found it unusual for her to not want to do so but she just really wanted to be with you at the moment.She knocked at your door, thinking about hiding away to prank you, but ultimately not doing so, anticipation to see you being too strong.

When you opened the door, you were stunned. You didn't expect Handong to be back so early, but definitely not dressed so majestically after her long day at work.

She slightly smirked at your awe.

‘’So can I come in?’’ She teased

‘’Oh! Yes of course babe’’ you let her in and before you could put another word in she lifted you off your feet, in a secure embrace while she spun you around.

‘’Ah y/n I missed you’’ she admitted, letting her head rest within the crooks of your neck, where she could smell the recomforting scent of your perfume.

You wanted to tease her, but it was rare for you to see Handong so clingy so you opted to tell her just how much you missed her too.

She was like an exhausted child hanging on to a parent. You giggled when you looked down to see her face squished against you. You rubbed her head and squeezed her tight.

‘’Wanna go get changed, my love?’’ You suggested while still holding on to her. She simply nodded.

You led her to the bathroom where she asked you to take off her makeup for her with a pout.

‘’Okay princess’’ you giggled

She sat on the counter, her legs pulling you closer to her body. You gently wiped away the makeup from her face. Reminding her with each wipe just how truly beautiful she was, makeup or not.

Once done, you were to turn around to get her clean clothes but she pulled you back by your collar, enticing you with a sweet kiss you wouldn't be pulling out of just yet.

Yoohyeon called you as soon as she was done in the studio. She told you to join her at the dorm because she wanted to spend the rest of her day with you.

You obviously couldn't say no to your girlfriend. You teased her on the phone, saying you’d consider it, only resulting in her whining even more. Truth be told, you had been done with work for a while now and you were only waiting on her call.

You dressed in your coziest clothes before walking a few blocks out to join Yoohyeon at the dorm. You weren't sure if the girls had arrived yet, so you looked at your phone to see if she texted you again.

Before you could even get to the messaging app, the door was slammed open and the next thing you knew, a 5’6 foot puppy was hanging on to you.

‘’Im so happy to see you’’ she mumbled against your skin

You giggled, finding her adorable as always.

‘’I miss you to jagi’’ you kissed her forehead.

She pulled on your arm and guided you to her room quickly.

‘’I prepared a bunch of blankets on my bed for us!’’ She said excitingly

‘’And what would those blankets be for?’’ You faked being unaware of want she wanted

‘’Well...I thought we could spend the night cuddling with a movie’’ she looked down at your intertwined hands

You softly giggled before lifting up her chin for her eyes to meet yours ‘’I know my love, I would love that, anything to stay close to my beautiful partner’’ You smiled at her, making her own lips curve into a beautiful smile.

She quickly pecked your lips before pulling you onto the bed. She acted as if you were a plushie for her to cuddle. She guided you to sit against the pillow, then cuddled your side before pulling both your arm and leg over her.

You looked down at her with an amused face while she nuzzled her face within your shirt.

After a few seconds of admiring how incredibly adorable she was, she looked up at you.

You lifted one brow, a smirk plastering your face at how clingy Yoohyeon was to you. When she saw your teasing expression, she whined, gently hitting your chest

‘’cuddle me back, don't just stare’’ she mumbled

‘’Oh yes, of course, I'm sorry love’’ you smiled before bringing her even closer.

You had stayed over the night at the girl’s dorm. You and Dami were planning to watch one of your favorite series together this weekend.

Unfortunately, she was called in along with jiu and yoohyeon to record a few more lines in the studio. So she had left early this morning and it was now a little after 2 pm.

You slept most of the day off, waiting for your girlfriend to come back.

But since you had woken up at 1 and couldn't fall back asleep, you decided on writing in your journal for a bit. You were entranced by whatever you were writing that you hadn’t noticed that Dami had entered the dorm, only finding out when she entered her room.

‘’Hi my love’’ she grinned, placing her bag down before making her way towards you.

She plopped down on the bed onto her stomach before turning her head towards you.

You smiled at how adorable she was. ‘’How was it at work baby?’’

‘’It was fine, but I wanted to come back here with you’’ you could see a glimpse of a pout on her lips while her cheek was gently squished against the mattress.

‘’Well we're here together now’’ you smiled

‘’Hmmm’’ She nodded

She pulled herself up before moving behind you. You had been sitting close to the bed rest but not exactly against it, leaving a place for Dami to cuddle up against you like she usually would.

She pulled you closer to her, letting her arms and legs wrap around you.

‘’Ah there's my little panda’’ You giggled, you always loved when she would let herself be clingy this way, clinging like a panda to a tree.

‘’Can we watch our series?’’ She asked, placing her chin on your shoulder

‘’Yes of course babe’’ you replied

As you grabbed the remote, Dami let her hand snake up to your jaw, turning you towards her so she could kiss your lips

‘’I missed you’’

‘’I can tell’’ you teased, making you both giggle

The both of you stayed this way for a while, Dami did not let go of you for the rest of the day.

She seemed to sometimes try to not make it obvious though, following a bit late after you. And you’d always end up with her arms around you if you took too much time outside her room.

Gahyeon was so stressed for today. The music video recording would finally end after 3 consecutive days but her final scene, where a stunt was planned, would be recorded today.

Luckily, everything went well and the filming ended quite early, against all expectations.

Finally feeling the stress leaving her body, she let herself flop on the backstage lounge’s sofa. She breathed out and drank some water. She looked over at her phone and saw your name, remembering her that you were on your way to pick her up.

With all the stress she had been through, she almost forgot the sole reason why she had been motivated to get up this morning~ the fact that she’d spend the night at your place tonight.

Although she was exhausted after filming, she felt excitement brew inside of her. She grabbed her phone but before she could reply to you, she heard a knock.

She looked over to the already open door to see you standing there with a proud smile.

‘’Y/n!’’ She whined ‘’come here’’ she pouted, making you giggle

You made your way to the love chair, sitting down next to her before intertwining your hand with hers.

‘’How did it go baby?’’ You looked down at her, eyes full of love

‘’It went well’’ she replied, still with a pout

‘’Im glad, I'm so proud of you’’ you hugged her tired figure.

She stayed in your arms and felt herself relax even more.

‘’You want to go home now?’’ You asked, gently cupping her face, she nodded before following you. You grabbed her things while she changed and the both of you left in your car.

She wouldn’t let go of your hand during the ride, admiring you from the side while trying not to fall asleep.

Once you arrived at your apartment. You noticed that she was sleeping. You decided on bringing her bags inside before waking her up to go in. But when you did, she whined, asking for you to carry her. You laughed before picking up and bringing her inside.

You laid her on your bed before making your way out of the room to get some water. But Gahyeon whined at you once again, obligating you to lay down next to her and offer her all the cuddles she yearned for.

[belongtodeukae]

hi i just found your blog and i am addicted your stuff is so good 78 and 178 with handong plz:) tyty

“I’ve been so horny all day" & “No panties?”

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[19:53 pm] "hi, my love", you heard handong's voice echoing in the hallway shortly after the front door closed. you reciprocated the greeting without taking your eyes off the dinner you were stirring for both of you, noticing her steps getting closer as she made her way around the kitchen counters.

"how was your da--" your words were cut off by your own shriek as strong hands gripped your waist, flipping you around in one quick motion. it only took a push along with few steps for your lower back to collide with a nearby counter.

you were only gifted a brief look at handong once she took her cap off and sent it flying across the kitchen before she disappeared in the crook of your neck, her mouth eagerly crashing against the spot right under your ear. vibrations quickly overtook your entire neck as she groaned against your skin, tongue dampening the area repeatedly as if she finally got a taste of water after thirsting for days.

“dong, what’s gotten into you?” you tried your hardest to keep your voice composed, but handong’s lips on you with her hands pressing you firmly into the counter were encouraging you to show your weakness. one particular bite had you arching your back into her, your torsos driving into each other even tighter.

“i’ve been so horny all day”, she barely managed to utter, too busy savoring your skin, “all i could think about was you falling apart on my tongue over and over again.”

her words drew out a gasp from you that was only prolonged once you rested your palms on her biceps, feeling rock hard muscles underneath contract as she picked you up with almost no effort to sit you on the counter. she immediately continued her attack, only this time her lips started trailing further down instead of staying in one place. the exact same was happening with her hands as you felt fingers dancing around the front of your hip.

“hmm, no panties?” her voice dropped to her signature low and teasing point, and you knew she could feel the lack of fabric underneath your light dress, “it’s like you knew what i was craving.”

“baby, the food is gonna burn”, your voice nearly broke when handong’s finger pressed against you and you wanted to laugh at your own words when one of your hands slid up handong’s neck to tangle in her pink hair, ruffling it to pull her into you closer. you couldn’t care less about dinner unless it included handong as the only option on the menu.

“we’ll get takeout”, she simply stated with a subtle smirk on her lips as she dropped to her knees slowly, “i want dessert first.”

[51faces]

A Heart Left Behind

Dreamcatcher's Handong x Female Reader

(Slight Angst)

Handong’s heart pounds with a wild mix of excitement and nervous anticipation as she steps off the plane. The rush of adrenaline is almost palpable, mingling with the electric buzz of the airport. The terminal is alive with a frenetic energy—the chatter of voices, the clatter of rolling suitcases, and the kaleidoscope of faces blur together in a whirlwind of activity.

The autumn air greets her like a crisp, refreshing slap, a sharp contrast to the warm, bustling atmosphere she’s just left behind in South Korea. The familiar scent of this season, mingled with the distinct aroma of the airport, stirs a nostalgic thrill within her. As Handong breathes in deeply, she can’t help but feel a rush of exhilaration mixed with the pang of uncertainty. 

Being back in China, a place that was once her whole world, now feels like stepping into a dream—a vivid flashback to a life she left behind. The vibrant cityscape stretches out before her, a sprawling canvas of memories and possibilities. With every step she takes, Handong feels both the comfort of home and the exhilarating thrill of rediscovery. The familiar streets, the bustling crowds, and the distant echoes of her past make her wonder if she’s walking back into a chapter of her life that’s not quite finished yet.

As she navigates through the airport, memories of Y/N flood her mind. The last few months in South Korea have been a whirlwind—constant rehearsals, tight schedules, and the unrelenting pressure of her career. Despite the success and the applause, there’s been an emptiness that she can’t shake. The void that Y/N once filled in her life seems to have grown larger with time.

Handong’s suitcase feels heavier than usual, not from its physical weight but from the emotional baggage it represents. Each step she takes through the bustling airport echoes with the hopes and fears she has about reconnecting with her past. She’s both eager and apprehensive about seeing Y/N again, wondering if their reunion will bring closure or if it will open old wounds.

Siyeon, her close friend and bandmate, notices Handong’s distracted demeanor. “You’re spacing out again,” Siyeon says, her tone a mix of concern and playful annoyance. She pats Handong’s shoulder, trying to ground her in the present.

Handong forces a smile. “Just… feeling a bit overwhelmed,” she admits. “It’s strange to be back.”

Gahyeon, carrying her own suitcase with practiced ease, chimes in from behind. “You’re not getting all sentimental on us now, are you? You still have to show us around unnie.”

Handong nods, though her thoughts remain elsewhere. The city of her youth—the streets, the buildings, the people—all seem to blur together. Her memories of Y/N surface with each familiar landmark. There was a time when every corner of this city held a special significance because it was shared with someone she loved deeply.

As they make their way to the car waiting outside, Yoohyeon glances at Handong, her eyes filled with understanding. “You’ve been really quiet. Are you sure you’re okay?”

Handong nods, though her smile doesn’t reach her eyes. “I’m fine. Just thinking about the past,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper. “It’s hard to explain.”

Siyeon and the others exchange concerned glances but respect Handong’s wish for space. They talk among themselves as they drive through the city, discussing their upcoming schedule and various other topics. Handong, however, is lost in her own world, her thoughts drifting back to Y/N.

The memories come rushing back with vivid clarity. She remembers walking hand in hand with Y/N through the lively streets of their favorite neighborhood, exploring quirky shops and cozy cafés. They had spent countless afternoons in a small park nearby, their laughter mingling with the sounds of the city. One particular day stands out: a street vendor selling handcrafted trinkets. Y/N had picked out a delicate bracelet for her, a small, meaningful gift that had captured Handong’s heart. “I saw this and thought of you,” Y/N had said shyly, her eyes sparkling with affection. Handong had been deeply touched, feeling like she had found a rare gem in Y/N’s eyes.

Lost in these memories, Handong barely notices when the car pulls up to their hotel. They check in and head to their rooms, and Handong finds herself alone with her thoughts. She sits by the window, gazing out at the cityscape, trying to piece together the fragments of her past and present.

As the evening approaches, Handong decides to visit the café where she and Y/N used to spend their time. The café, with its warm ambiance and comforting aroma, holds so many memories for her. The familiar jingle of the doorbell as she enters brings a bittersweet smile to her face. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves.

Handong orders a tea and sits at the table where she and Y/N once shared countless conversations. The space feels both comforting and poignant. She gazes at the empty seat across from her, imagining Y/N sitting there, her laughter filling the air. The memories are both a balm and a torment, a reminder of what once was and what can never be again.

A few minutes later, Y/N walks in, her presence strikingly familiar yet somehow different. The years have added a touch of sophistication to her appearance, but her essence remains the same. Y/N’s eyes meet Handong’s, and for a moment, time seems to stand still. Handong’s heart races as she stands up, trying to summon the courage to speak.

“Hi,” Handong says, her voice trembling slightly. “It’s been a while.”

Y/N’s smile is polite but distant. She gestures to the empty seat. “It has, do you want to have a seat?”

Handong nods and sits down, the weight of their shared history pressing down on her. The silence between them is palpable, a stark contrast to the easy conversations they once had. Handong tries to find the right words, but everything feels inadequate.

Y/N finally breaks the silence. “How have you been?” she asks, her tone polite but detached.

Handong’s mind races as she tries to gather her thoughts. “I’ve been… busy,” she says, her voice barely more than a whisper. “With the group and everything. It’s been a whirlwind.”

Y/N nods, her expression unreadable. “I’ve seen you on TV. You’re doing really well.”

Handong can’t discern if Y/N’s words carry genuine admiration or a subtle bitterness. The distance between them is palpable, a reflection of the time and experiences that have separated them. “Thank you,” Handong says, her voice tinged with sadness. “It’s been a dream come true, but it’s not without its challenges.”

There’s another pause, and Handong’s mind drifts back to their past. She remembers a particular evening when they had lain on a picnic blanket under a starry sky, their heads resting on each other’s shoulders. They had talked about their dreams, their fears, and their future. The warmth of Y/N’s presence had been a constant source of comfort and joy. Handong had whispered, “I could stay like this forever.” Y/N had responded with a soft kiss on her forehead, “Me too. As long as we’re together, it’s perfect.” The memory is both beautiful and heartbreaking, a reminder of what they had and what they’ve lost.

“Do you ever think about the past?” Handong asks suddenly, her voice trembling with emotion.

Y/N’s eyes widen slightly, but her expression remains carefully neutral. “Sometimes,” Y/N admits quietly. “I think about the good times and the bad. It’s hard not to.”

The conversation feels heavy with unspoken words and unresolved emotions. Handong’s heart aches as she realizes how much has changed between them. She feels a deep sense of regret for not having fought harder to keep their relationship intact.

“I’m sorry,” Handong says softly, her voice breaking. “I should have made more of an effort to stay in touch. I thought I’d be able to manage everything better.”

Y/N’s gaze softens, though her expression remains guarded. “Dont, You don’t need to apologize,” she says gently. “You were following your dreams. I understand that. It’s just… sometimes I wonder how things might have been different if we’d stayed in touch.”

The conversation continues, filled with a mixture of nostalgia and awkwardness. Handong and Y/N share stories of their lives since they last spoke, though each story feels like a small piece of a puzzle that no longer fits together. The connection they once had is now a distant memory, overshadowed by the years that have passed.

After their tea, Handong and Y/N part ways much to Handong’s dispare. The goodbye feels strangely final, a recognition that their paths have diverged beyond repair. Handong walks through the city streets, her heart heavy with a mix of sadness and acceptance. She finds herself at a small park, the same park where she and Y/N used to spend their afternoons. The empty swings and the soft rustling of the leaves bring back a flood of memories.

Sitting on a bench, Handong lets her tears flow freely. She cries for the love they once shared, for the time that has passed, and for the realization that their lives have moved in different directions. The park, once a place of joy and connection, now feels like a symbol of their lost future.

The next day, Handong decides to visit the café once more, her heart carrying a secret hope. As she approaches the familiar storefront, she clutches the delicate bracelet Y/N had given her years ago, a symbol of their shared past. The café’s warm ambiance and comforting aroma wrap around her like a memory, and she finds herself wishing—perhaps foolishly—that Y/N might be there, just as they once were.

Handong steps inside, the familiar jingle of the doorbell greeting her. She takes a deep breath, scanning the room with a mix of longing and trepidation. The café, though unchanged, feels both comforting and poignant. She orders a tea and chooses the table where she and Y/N once shared countless conversations.

As she sits down, Handong’s eyes wander to the empty seat across from her. She places the bracelet on the table, its delicate beauty catching the soft light. The bracelet glints softly, a quiet reminder of the love they once had. Each glimmer feels like a whisper of their past, and she allows herself to indulge in the bittersweet hope that Y/N might walk through the door, their reunion a dream come true.

The moments pass, and Handong’s heart sinks a little with each new customer that enters, only to leave without a familiar face. Still, she holds onto the fragile hope, feeling the weight of both the past and the present in the simple act of waiting.

As the sun begins to set and the café’s lights cast a gentle glow, Handong finally lets go of her hope. She gathers her things, the bracelet a poignant symbol of what was and what can never be again. With a heavy heart, she leaves the café, knowing that while her past with Y/N remains a cherished memory, it’s time to embrace the future she has ahead of her.

Back in South Korea, Handong throws herself into her work and personal growth. She finds solace in her routines and embraces the new experiences that come her way. The memories of Y/N are still present, but they no longer define her life. Instead, they serve as a reminder of the love and connection she once had, and of the strength she has gained in moving forward.

One evening, while wandering through a bustling market, Handong comes across a small shop selling lanterns. She remembers a gift Y/N once gave her and smiles. The lantern seems like a fitting symbol of the light and warmth that love brought into her life. She buys one and places it in her home, a symbol of the enduring light of her memories.

More time passes and Handong begins to find moments of peace in her new chapter. The ache of the past no longer consumes her, though it lingers in quiet corners of her mind. She learns to embrace her future with resilience and hope, even if certain questions remain unanswered. The lantern’s warm glow in her home represents the light of her memories, casting a soft reminder of the love she once had, and the promise of new beginnings that await her.

Yet, despite the progress she’s made, Handong can’t fully shake the lingering thought of Y/N. The memories are cherished, but there’s a part of her that still wonders—what if? What if their paths were to cross again? What if the chapter they thought had ended still had unfinished lines, waiting to be written?

Each day, Handong continues to push forward, her heart growing lighter with time. She focuses on her music, her friendships and the life she’s built. But every now and then, a familiar song, a fleeting moment, or a quiet evening spent by the lantern stirs something deep within her—a possibility she can’t quite ignore. 

She looks to the future, not with certainty, but with the knowledge that life has a way of surprising her. Maybe, just maybe, there’s more to the story than she’s let herself believe. And if Y/N were to appear again, would they find that their shared light still shines as brightly as it once did?

Handong feels a surge of hope as she embraces the endless possibilities that lie ahead. The lantern in her home flickers softly, not only a testament to the enduring light of her past but also a symbol of the new horizons awaiting her. The warm glow of the lantern stands as a beacon, guiding her towards the exciting chapters yet to unfold.

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The winner of the poll is none other than our lovely Dongie, thanks to everyone that voted. Sua's fic will be posted in a couple of days. Also let me know if you guys want a part 2 to this story.

(y'know... if you're a sucker for a happy ending)

[gahyunszn]

habits

genere: angst,,, i think,,

warning(s): none i dont think uhhhh

note: forgot to write that everyone in dc + reader live together also this is like poorly written bc i was struggling to keep it somewhat short, this is so bad im so sorry😭 also ignore the non matching moodboard thingy at the top, i give up,,,

you’d do just about anything for handong, it was almost like she was the oxygen that you enjoyed breathing. you loved her and she meant the world to you, but did she think the same towards you? not quite and you didn’t think she’d ever think the same about you.

handong was a wild card. she would act very friendly one second, flirty the next, then want nothing to do with you afterwards. it was a never ending cycle of mixed emotions, misunderstandings, and confusions. it had left you conflicted and stumped on what to do, but did you care enough to distance yourself to get your feelings for her situated? no, of course not. you were well convinced that you were in love with her and that your feelings for her would never change. you were completely infatuated with her.

“hey, wanna go out for dinner?” handong had asked, sticking her head into your room with a smile on her face. you looked up from your laptop, mirroring her smile.

“sure, who’s going with?” you asked, usually she brought her members along to treat them after a tough promotion period, but she shook her head at your words.

“no one, it’ll just be me and you, now pick out something nice to wear for tonight!” she excitedly exclaimed, turning around and running to her room while letting out little giggles. as soon as you heard her door shut, you let out a breath that you didn’t know you were holding. sure, you were excited to spend a nice dinner with handong, but was it actually going to be nice? were you falling into another one of her mixed emotion traps? were you going to embarrass yourself? all these questions filling your head made it hard to breathe, it felt like you were drawing in an ocean filled with doubt, fear, and embarrassment. if this is how you feel after handong asked you if you wanted to have dinner then maybe it was time you reconsidered your feelings for her.

you put on your best clothes, looking at yourself in the mirror, flattening the sides of your outfit down by running your hands down it. you fixed up your hair a bit before turning around to see handong leaning against your door frame. she was wearing the most beautiful, perfectly fitting velvet dress. you stared in awe for a couple moments, a chuckle erupting from handong who started to step closer to you. 

“you look beautiful.” you breathlessly said. handong chuckled once more.

“you don’t look too bad yourself, ready?” she asked, receiving a nod from you before grabbing your hand and leading you out of the building. 

you two had arrived at a restaurant which looked high end, you were nervous that you weren’t going to be able to afford anything, nervously gulping and feeling your hands start to get sweaty. handong started to walk towards the front doors, looking back to notice you were following her. she softly smiled, walking back to you to grab your hand and lead you inside.

“sorry.” you whispered, looking down at handong’s hand which was slightly intertwined with your sweaty hand.

“for what?’ she whispered back, leading you two to an empty, candlelit table.

“you know…the sweat, i’m just nervous, this place looks so high end.” you said while looking around. handong guided you to your seat, helping you sit down as you continued to observe the place.

“don’t worry about it then, i’ll pay for everything.” she said, opening the menu that was quickly handed out by a waiter.

“no, i can’t let you do that, i’ll look for something cheap.” you stumbled over your words as you opened the menu to see anything but cheap. why had she brought you here of all places? you would have been fine with a simple hangout at a diner, talking over milkshakes and fries. 

the waiter came back to take your orders, handong had ordered a drink that sounded all sorts of fancy and a meal that sounded like it came directly from france while you had just gone with a simple glass of water. the waiter stared at you as if you were an alien, as if ordering water there wasn’t normal, but they obliged and took your menus. handong stared at you, a smile creeping up on her face as she thought about your simple order.

“really? just water?” she laughed quietly.

“of course just water, a bowl of soup was almost 20 bucks!” you whisper yelled, putting your face into your hands. “why did i agree to go out with you?” you groan quietly, your hands muffling your complaints. handong found it harder to contain her laughter, you didn’t understand how this was so funny to her.

“maybe if you think of this like a date then it’ll make things better, who knows, maybe i’ll even give you a treat for behaving afterwards.” her tone turned sultry, you knew she was messing with you, she considered you a friend and you were well aware of that. you couldn’t put yourself through this, not again.

“don’t say that, you know you wouldn’t want to consider this a date.” you lifted your head up from your hands, now making eye contact with the woman in front of you who only raised an eyebrow.

“what makes you say that?” she questioned. 

“maybe the fact that you always laugh off any flirts, making fun of me for getting flustered then proceeding to mess with me knowing fully well that i love you.” you scoffed, you knew this dinner night with her was a mistake, but you were like a puppy when it came to her, you’d do anything to be around her.

“i do that with everyone, you’re nothing special. we’re friends and we’ll always stay friends, nothing more.” handong said, turning to thank the waiter for the drinks and food, taking a sip of her beverage before looking back at you. “whatever feelings you have for me, i suggest you stop them, you’re my friend and you always will be.”

you grit your teeth, not knowing how much more you could take of this night.

“fine.” was all you said, taking some money out of your pocket, slamming it on the table before getting up out of your chair. “thanks for tonight, i guess.” you spoke through gritted teeth as you left the restaurant, heading back home on foot, not caring about the weather or how late it was. if handong wanted you to lose feelings for her then so be it, that shouldn’t be hard when its always been unrequited love. 

it was slightly awkward to wake up the next morning to see handong on the couch after what happened last night, but you’d have to get used to it. you made your way to the kitchen for breakfast, seeing one of your closest friends, sua, making pancakes for everyone.

“good morning.” you said, standing behind sua and wrapping your arms around her, watching as she poured pancake batter into the sizzling pan.

“well good morning to you too, feeling clingy this morning or something?” sua asked, flipping a pancake and pressing down on it.

“maybe a little bit, after you're done with the pancakes then can we go into your room and watch a movie? please?” you pleaded moving around so your face was in her peripheral vision. she smiled and nodded, attempting to finish up the pancakes faster as you started making your way towards her room.

handong overheard everything, it hurt to hear. is this how you felt all along? who knows. she didn’t care, you were still friends in her book and nothing would change that, she could never think of a friend in a romantical way, that would be a complete violation of a friendship. she did have to admit that watching sua happily run towards her bedroom hurt though. sua had always liked clinging on to everyone, but she seemed to enjoy clinging on to you the most. 

“does sua like them?” handong asked herself out loud, but she immediately shook her head. that couldn’t be the case, handong was so sure that sua saw you the same way she had seen you all these years. there wasn’t any way that sua could like you or anything of the sorts, it was just platonic cuddling and movie watching. handong had convinced herself that was the case.

she was far from wrong though. a couple weeks had passed since then and sua made it very aware to everyone that you two were dating, the hickies had only solidified everything. handong couldn’t describe what exactly she was feeling in that moment, something about seeing you so happy with sua had made her feel off. she felt a pang in her chest which was something she had never felt before. she didn't know why she was starting to feel this way towards you, she was adamant about you being a friend and nothing but a friend, but friends shouldn’t be jealous over the other being in a happy relationship.

was this how you felt when she had turned you down back then? did you hurt the way she did as she watched you happily kiss sua in front of everyone? why did it hurt to see you so happy? handong wanted to be happy for you, but she just couldn't. 

[panda-writes-kpop]

Dreamcatcher - Reaction to Reader Having A Sinus Infection/ Cold (Requested!)

a/n: two posts in less than a week???? who is this more motivated panda??? jk i'm trolling myself but i really wanted to have the two requests done in the same week. also happy jiu day!!! here's to the hope that her fic won't come out three weeks late! :] ❤️

tw: gruesome descriptions of a cold, food mentions, my brain went brrr when it got to Dami's section so hers is longer

related fic: le sserafim's version

♡ Masterlist ♡

Prompt: You swear you didn’t feel this terrible yesterday. All you had was a bit of congestion and a scratch in your throat. Today, when you woke up, you could barely lift your head off of the pillow due to the congestion in your head. You were sure that you had enough snot to fill a trash can within your two nostrils. All you wanted to do was lay down and rest, but the ding of your phone causes you to lift your head again.

My Love: Do you mind if I come over? I miss you :(

You text her back with what you think is a comprehensible answer, and you rest your head against the pillow.

The next moment you’re awake, your girlfriend is sitting right next to you. So much for self-isolation.

“Darling, I’m here for you.”

JiU’s voice and gentle touch pulls you out of your slumber. You sniffle for a bit as she starts to rub your arm in a comforting manner.

“I can tell you’re sick,” She frowns for a moment before softly smiling to herself, “and I’m going to try to help you. What do you need from me?”

You cough into your elbow before sitting up in bed.

“You could cuddle with me, if you don’t mind getting sick?” You joke to yourself before seeing JiU move to your side. “I’m joking, please don’t make yourself sick-"

“If it’ll help you feel better, it’s worth the risk.” She wraps her arms around you as you gently pull her into the bed.

“I always feel better when you’re with me, Minji.”

A stuffed animal to the head isn’t an ideal way to wake up, but it sucks more when you’re sick and your sinus headache flares up immediately.

“You’ve been sick for days, and you didn’t text me earlier?” SuA scoffs as you toss the stuffed animal to the side.

“I would’ve, but I was afraid of that sort of reaction.”

“C’mon, I’m your girlfriend! I can take care of you when you need me. You do the same for me when I need you most.” SuA looks disappointed, and you sigh to yourself.

“Alright, Nurse Bora, you can take care of me. But don’t take it as an excuse to rearrange my whole apartment-” You state as she laughs happily.

“I won’t, I promise! You won’t regret this.” SuA gives you a big hug, which tackles you further into the bed.

“Is this supposed to be healing?” You joke.

“Is it working?”

“Oddly enough, it is.”

“Babe, wake up.”

You rub your eyes before looking over at Siyeon.

“Siyeon-ah?” You croak out before she shushes you.

“I saw the tissues and the medicine on the counter. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what’s wrong,” She looks around in her bag for a moment, “but it does take a genius for me to remember my gift for you.”

Siyeon continues to dig in her bag as you grab your water.

“Siyeon, it’s okay, I’m just happy that you’re here with me,” You try to reach out to her with your hand, but she’s preoccupied, “Siyeon?”

Siyeon pauses for a moment, blinks twice, before gently placing her hand on her forehead.

“I forgot your care package at the dorms, I’m so sorry-”

You go to grab Siyeon’s hand, and you successfully do so before tumbling out of bed.

Siyeon laughs as she lays on top of you, apparently you pulled her down with you, and you find yourself doing the same.

“Feel better?” She smiles at you.

“I do.”

You wake up, alone, and you attempt to reach for your phone, but it’s not there anymore. You fumble in the dark for a few moments before a soft light appears next to you. Handong (who looks absolutely beautiful in the light) sits next to you.

“Sorry, love, your phone was almost dead and I wanted to make sure it was charged for you.” Handong adjusts the light as you cough and sit up in bed. “I wasn’t sure you were in the mood for company.”

“I’d rather have you here.” You weakly say. “Thanks for coming.”

“Good, because if you asked me to leave, I would’ve stayed in your living room until you passed out from exhaustion or fell asleep.”

“Geez, Handong, it’s like you’re obsessed with me or something. What a perv~” You chuckle as she scoffs before lightly smacking you. “Wow, hurt the ill. Way to prove a point.”

“Glad you’re feeling better.” She smiles before rubbing your shoulder. “You deserved that, by the way.”

“I disagree, you’re so mean to me.” You whine before laughing alongside her.

"Hey Siri!”

You raise your head, checking for Yooh’s phone, before burying your head back into a pillow.

“She’s not here.” You mumble to yourself.

Yoohyeon calls out to her phone, again, before opening the door to your room.

“Have you seen my phone?” She asks as you rise from your bed.

“No, I don’t think you’ve been in here. I would've woken up earlier if you had been.”

“Oh, you’re totally right!” She closes the door for a moment before opening it again. “I bought a few things from the store, and I’m going to order food when I can find my phone. Just stay in bed until you feel better, and I’ll bring you everything, alright?”

“Yooh, it’s okay, I can get out of bed.” You try to pull off the covers, but Yoohyeon’s disapproving glare causes you to stay in bed.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you… once I find my phone.” She sighs to herself before facing away from the door. “Hey Siri!”

You’re happy to have Yoohyeon as a caretaker since you know she’ll take good care of you once her affairs are in order, of course.

Before you rise out of bed, you pull the mysterious, foreign (wet?) object from your face. When you realize that it’s a washcloth, you put it back onto your face. Laying down with that thing on your head feels like the best thing possible, since it helps relieve your headache.

Unfortunately, the drainage from your nose prevents you from completely lying down. You suffice for a half-up, half-down method of lounging before reaching for your phone.

Your hand meets a glass of water before your phone, and you happily drink from it as you are provided with some temporary relief from your sore throat. You wonder who did all of this… you didn’t text anyone, did you?

When you get to your phone, you notice multiple missed calls and messages from Dami.

My Love: I’ll be over in a few minutes, I need to grab a few things from the dorm.

Are you alright? You haven’t answered me yet.

One of your work friends texted me that you called out sick, so I’m guessing that you’re resting. If you see this, I’ll be there when you wake up.

“Dami, honey, where are you?” You call out to her before coughing.

“I’m in the living room, darling. Do you want me to come in?” Dami asks from the other side of the door. “I came in earlier to put a washcloth on your face since you were running a fever, and then I grabbed water in case you wanted it.”

“You can come in, if you want.” You set the water down as Dami opens the door. “Thanks for the water and the washcloth.”

“I don’t mind helping you out since it looked like you needed it.” She says before a light smile breaks out onto her face. “Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Thanks, Dami,” You sit up fully and readjust the washcloth, “I appreciate the sentiment. Hopefully, you weren’t busy before you came over.”

“I wanted to see you, anyway. How are you feeling?”

“Not great, but I’m managing. I get these sinus infections every year.” You shrug to yourself. “They’re terrible, but after a day or two off of work, I’ll be back to myself… mostly.”

She smiles to herself before looking you over again.

“If there’s anything you need, at all, I can get it for you.”

“Thanks, love, I appreciate it.” You say before Dami closes the door and leaves you to get more rest.

“Why did you text me? I'm right here next to you.” Gahyeon grumbles for a moment before turning to face you. “Listen, I know you're upset with me for getting you sick, but I'll make it up to you-”

“-with hugs and kisses and lots of affection?” You force your cutest expression as she tries to hold back her laughter.

“I was going to offer to pay for dinner, but I can go for the free option if you would like.” She wraps her arms around you after you pull her closer. “I'm really sorry, babe, I didn't mean to get you sick after you took care of me.”

“It was worth it, seeing you so happy. I'd do it all over again for you.” You say before covering your mouth for an incoming cough.

“You're so sweet,” She blushes as she mumbles into your chest, “and I love you so much.”

You hear her sniffle as you chuckle to yourself.

“I love you too, every bit of you. And you don't need to apologize for getting me sick, I was probably infected before I came over to your place.”

You both laugh as your ailment drifts toward the back of your mind, at least until you feel the urge to sneeze.

[aww-alice]

"The Academy" Chapter 4 - [The Emperor]

[Y/N] was losing herself deep into the labyrinth of mysteries. 

The corridors would whisper secrets to her, shadows of a promise waiting to be discovered.

One evening, as [Y/N] made her way through the moonlit gardens, her steps guided by the ethereal glow of the moon, she would find herself in front of a chapel, hidden at the far edge of the campus area... 

Its ancient white stone walls were overgrowing with flowering vines, guarding the sacred space within.

[Y/N] was curious. This chapel wasn’t mentioned in the academy guidebook… Was it abandoned? And if it was… why?

As she inspected the stained glass windows, her boots crinkling playfully, she noticed that all of them were drastically different, depicting ancient rituals, erased by time but forever protected in the glass. 

Or until they get shattered… another kind of “forever”.

[Y/N] was silent as the memories overflowed.

.

.

.

A voice broke her out of the nightmares of the past.

A melody that pierced the night air, captivating each and every one of [Y/N]’s senses in a hypnosis.

The melancholic vocals echoed, taking her hand and guiding her into the chapel…

At that time, she didn’t know that her decision would set into motion a chain of events that would forever alter the course of her destiny and lead her down a path she could never have imagined.

As she finally entered the chapel, she saw a lady. The celestial spotlight created by the stained glass on this moonlit night enveloped her silhouette.

She was the source of the song.

Her golden hair resembled the Sun itself. The pale skin on her arms, which were locked in prayer, sparkled like quartz.

Along with her voice, the ends of her frilly white dress were flowing ever so softly.

Crescendo.

[Y/N]’s heart skipped a beat… 

Two… 

Three.

And then it completely stopped. 

The very last thing she saw at that moment, right before she collapsed, were the crying eyes of an angel.

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.

.

Everything was dark.

She couldn’t move at all in this void.

She didn’t know where she was. She couldn’t recall anything. 

All of a sudden, a source of light appeared.

The small sparkle revealed the entire scenery. The academy was burning… Dark shadows consuming everything left and right. Dark violet flames that been constrained for too long were breaking out. There were no screams. Everyone was dead. 

What is all this…?

A memory…? 

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.

.

“Awake, [Y/N]…”

A voice as soothing as a lullaby... 

“It's time to face the dawn and embrace the new day that awaits.”

The melody of the angelic lady kissed her eardrums once again.

The Sun’s light above, [Y/N]’s eyelashes fluttered open like the first blossoms of spring.

[ot7stan4life]

Happy Birthday

Dreamcatcher (OT7) x Female Reader

(1 part - ongoing ⚠️)

Word Count: 10,553

Summary: As the 8th member of Dreamcatcher, being in a relationship with the entire group makes for some very chaotic and gay surprises on your birthday.

Warnings: sexual content, brief angst, cursing

"Jagiya." I heard softly next to my right ear, but the heavy weight of exhaustion willed me to ignore it and bury my face deeper into the pillow. A light chuckle (that would've made my heart flutter had I been completely conscious) sounded in response to my reaction.

"She's out of it." I heard a different voice on the other side of me, this one slightly deeper and obviously amused. "Can't we just let her sleep? It's her birthday,” she muttered, so close to my neck that I could practically feel the pout on her lips. The only thing keeping me awake in that moment was her hand moving smoothly against the skin of my stomach, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. Her body was flush against my side, her bare skin bringing back memories of last night and reminding me why I was so tired. We didn't exactly get much sleep...

The other girl sighed and I felt the bed dip on her side. "I know, but we have too much to do today, Sing,” she directed towards the girl curled against me. I recognized the voice as Minji's. Another hand made its way to brush the stray hairs out of my face. When the other body scooted close enough to my opposite side, the soft fabric of clothing and the heavenly scent of Minji's shampoo told me that she had already gotten up and ready. It made me wonder if Siyeon had opted to stay in bed with me all morning while the older woman showered.

"Y/NN,” Minji gently tried again, this time using my nickname. "It's time to wake up, my love." A hum left my throat at the pet name, but I still felt too weak to open my eyes. Yet, she never seemed to lose her patience, instead continuing to comb her fingers through my hair. What she didn't realize was that her actions were only lulling me back to sleep rather than keeping me awake.

However, that changed immediately when soft lips pressed against mine. My body reacted instantly and I felt myself instinctively leaning up for more after she pulled back. This time both girls laughed at my reaction. "Well, that's working,” Siyeon said, her voice closer to my ear now. They didn't waste another second in their attempt to wake me, Minji's lips capturing mine again in a slow kiss while Siyeon's trailed across my jawline, her hand still exploring my body. A shiver traveled up my spine at her touch, spreading goosebumps across my skin.

It was one thing to experience this during the night, but waking up to it was something else entirely. The passionate yet obviously restrained kisses from Minji as her fingers tangled in my hair, gently clutching my scalp and tilting my head back. Siyeon's tongue peeking through her lips, dragging across my jaw and down to my neck where she held back from sucking down at the command of Minji (who claimed we'd be here all day if she started that). With the way a thick heat was pooling in the pit of my stomach from just a few seconds of this pleasure, I knew she was right.

Although, it was obvious Siyeon didn't want to stop, her lips replacing Minji's when the leader got off the bed. Within a split second, Siyeon was on top of me, her hands resting on either sides of the pillow I was laying on, trapping me in. The feeling of her bare thighs on my stomach and her tongue that had made its way past my lips without warning made me whimper into her mouth and blindly reach up to hold onto the back of her neck. I felt the hint of a smirk on her lips as she continued to kiss me deeply and roughly, never minding my weak movements. In fact, I think she was enjoying the idea of catching me off guard in my lethargic state. My body and brain were reeling to catch up with the sudden burst of stimulation and it was making me extremely flustered.

"Siyeon!" the leader's commanding voice cut through the room. "We're trying to wake her up, not keep her in bed,” Minji scolded her. I think we were both a little startled, completely forgetting she was even there. Nevertheless, Siyeon stopped what she was doing and reluctantly pulled back from me. After one last gentle kiss, she stared down at me while I finally opened my eyes, clearly dazed. "I'm gonna go make sure the others are up,” Minji said, sending me a gentle smile before turning around to leave the room.

"Good morning, jagi,” Siyeon said when my attention was back on her. A playful smile appeared on her face, showing off her thick cheekbones. Even after all that, it still managed to give me butterflies.

"It's too early for this,” were the first words I groaned out before covering my face with my hands. She genuinely laughed at my English phrase and went to grab my wrists. Slowly tugging on them, she eventually moved my hands off my face, nearly giving me a heart attack at the image that greeted me. Siyeon had leaned back, still sitting on my lap, with her head tilted to the side a little and her eyes staring back at me in that emotionless way she looks at the camera on stage that was somehow incredibly sexy. She did it often, and you'd think I would've gotten used to it by now, but it didn't help that, this time, she was very very naked.

My jaw had dropped without me even realizing it and I couldn't resist taking in every inch of her exposed skin, burning it permanently into my memory. She had the body of a goddess and she knew exactly what she was doing. When my eyes made it all the way up past her chest and back to her face, I knew she had been following my gaze the whole time simply from the confident smirk on her lips. She ran a hand through her short red hair that was still wavy from how she had it styled yesterday and looked down, her tongue poking from the side of her mouth. Her actions were ridiculously attractive and I almost thought she was doing it just to tease me, until I became aware that I, too, was completely naked underneath her.

Just like I had done previously, I watched as she eyed my body up and down. Her tongue slid across her lips in satisfaction. My mouth suddenly felt dry with her attention on me so I closed it and tried to swallow. This brought her gaze to my neck and I could practically feel the want radiating from her. She reached down to place her hand loosely against my throat and let her thumb rub soothing circles on the skin there. I was sure she felt my rapid heartbeat and staggered breathing under her fingertips, enjoying being so in control. Her eyes flicked up to mine and I could see the hunger lurking behind their warm brown exterior. I fidgeted under her stare, knowing that nothing good ever followed when she looked at me like that.

Instead of acting on her desires though, the wolf pulled back, her eyes softening as if realizing where she was. The hand that was on my neck moved to my head and she started gently running her fingers through my hair like Minji had done earlier. "Are you having a good birthday?" Her voice was still slightly raspy after waking up and it made my heart flutter. Although, her insinuation caused images of what her and Minji did to me last night to flash through my mind. As if it were happening all over again, I started getting hot and my pulse raised at the memories of their hands and lips all over my body.

When they brought me back to their hotel room claiming they had a surprise for me, I innocently assumed it would be a cake or a new pair of shoes or practically anything other than what I got... (guess that's why they called it a surprise). Had it been one of them, I may have predicted the outcome. But both of them? I didn't know they were capable of that. I suppose being roommates for over a decade really makes you grow comfortable with someone. And now that I had experienced what it was like to be with two of them, I wasn't sure I'd ever want to go back.

A blush spread across my cheeks as I looked up at her. "Best fucking birthday of my life,” I replied bluntly. Siyeon laughed again and leaned down to give me a kiss, pleased with my answer.

"That good, huh?" she whispered against my lips.

"More than good," I replied with a smile that she ended up kissing off my face. "I love you," I whispered and then gave her another kiss. "So much." She smiled and I took a second to admire it. God, her smile is so beautiful.

"I love you, too." She kissed my cheek before repeating, "So much." And just like that, the sweet, loving Siyeon I had grown used to returned, locking away the hungry, unruly wolf deep inside of her until she was ready to let me coax it out of her again. "We better get up before Minji gets back." She rolled off of me, making me immediately miss her warmth. "After seeing what she did to you last night, you might want to stay on her good side," Siyeon joked, but the soreness in my body stopped me from laughing. She wasn't really joking.

"Speaking of that," I groaned after trying to follow Siyeon off the bed and failing to do so because of the ache between my thighs, "you might have to carry me." Trying my best puppy dog eyes, I pouted and raised my arms out towards her. She looked at me for a second in a way that momentarily stopped my heart from beating and then just shook her head with a smile.

"Maybe we should've gone a little easier on you,” she said seriously, concern crossing her features when I had to hold onto her for support after she pulled me up.

"Where's the fun in that?" I joked but immediately hissed in pain when I tried to walk. "Okay, maybe next time we don't do this on tour,” I sobered, cringing at the thought of our concert tonight.

"You gonna be okay?" Siyeon asked, obvious worry in her tone. I took my arms from around her shoulders and squeezed her hands.

"Yeah. I just need a shower first and then I'll be fine,” I reassured her, but she looked at me skeptically, so I gave her a quick kiss. "I'm okay, you don't need to worry." She frowned sadly and gave me a pleading look. "Oh stop," I smacked her arm playfully, "if anything, you should be pleased with yourself." My eyebrow raised suggestively and I smirked back at her.

"Aniyo." She groaned, suddenly doing aegyo. I found it comical considering we were both standing there completely naked after an evening full of far-from-innocent events. "I don't want to hurt you,” she said softly.

"Trust me, Singnie," I stepped closer to whisper in her ear, "you did everything but hurt me." Finishing with a kiss on her neck, I stepped back from her and walked to the bathroom without another word.

-

A sigh escaped my lips when I finished showering, already feeling more comfortable and awake from the hot water soaking into my muscles. When I left the bathroom with nothing but a towel wrapped around me, I almost didn't notice Bora sitting on the bed in the corner of the room.

"It's about time you finished,” she muttered and I might've thought she was annoyed if she didn't have a smile on her face.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, subconsciously tightening my towel around my body when I saw her eyes lingering on the bare skin visible.

"What, am I not allowed to see my girlfriend?" Her eyebrows raised.

She was obviously joking but it still made me feel bad. "Of course you can. I was just-" a giggle escaped her lips, cutting off my sentence.

"Cute,” she said in between her staccato laughter. My cheeks tinted pink at her comment. "I came in here because Siyeon hijacked our bathroom to shower,” she explained briefly, flipping her black hair over her shoulder and settling back on her elbow. Except she didn't ever end up making a move to use ours, so I had a feeling that was just an excuse.

I nodded in acknowledgement when the conversation seemed to end there and turned around to find some clothes to wear for the day. Just as I was about to take my towel off, I saw Bora watching me in my peripheral. Even though she was casually sitting on the bed across the room, I knew she would take advantage of the fact that we were alone if I let her get the chance.

So, I looked back at her and demanded, "Hey," her attention shifted from my bare thighs to my face at the sound of my voice, "close your eyes."

"Why?" She seemed irritated and not just because I was speaking to her informally.

"Because I know if you see me naked you'll try to jump me," I deadpanned.

Her eyebrows instantly furrowed in anger. "Yah! You think I'm like some horny teenager with no self control?!" she shouted incredulously.

I just stared at her for a second, a blank expression on my face. "Yeah."

Bora's small body jumped up from her spot on the bed and she started stomping towards me as she mumbled, "Oh, I oughta teach you some manners-" but she ended up stopping herself before she could attack me, realizing it would've only made my previous words about her having no self control true... and she hated being proven wrong. "Fine,” she huffed, clenching her jaw and crossing her arms over her chest before reluctantly closing her eyes.

Seeing that she had finally complied, I dropped my towel and started getting dressed. Since I wanted to be comfortable for the day, I put on a sports bra and some spandex. The whole time I was changing, I could feel a pair of eyes on me, knowing Bora didn't actually keep her eyes closed like I had asked. Typical.

As I bent over to look for an outfit from my suitcase, I eventually felt her presence behind me. When I stood up straight again, her front pressed into my back and she laid her head against my shoulder blade. "Happy birthday,” I heard her mumble after placing a kiss on my skin, making my heart melt. She seemed to have gotten over our previous argument quickly and I couldn't deny that the soft side of Bora was easily my favorite. It didn't take long for her small hands to make their way to my backside where she finally squeezed down, letting out a satisfied sigh. As strange as it seemed, the gesture had somehow grown as comforting for me as it was for her.

But the sting of pain from last night's events still lingered, making me wince and step out of her grasp. She let go just as quick, sensing something was off. "What's wrong?" Her concerned voice filled the room. "Normally you like that,” she mumbled sadly. I was ready to tease her, saying that she was the only one who got enjoyment out of it and the idea that I liked it too was just a fantasy in her mind, but she seemed to connect the dots before I could get all of that out or answer her question. "Is this seriously because of last night?" Her voice turned irritated again. "What the hell did they do to you?" She was unusually annoyed by the situation and I might've realized it was likely her jealousy getting the better of her had I not been too preoccupied trying to figure out how she knew about what happened in the first place.

The sound of the hotel door opening interrupted my thoughts and our conversation ended abruptly when Yoohyeon came into the room. She stopped for a moment to take in the scene in front of her, her eyes gravitating towards my half-naked body. Even from across the room I could see her ears turn red. Soon enough she snapped out of it and started bounding towards me with a smile. If Bora was annoyed by the tall member's presence, she didn't voice it, instead backing away when Yoohyeon threw herself into my arms.

"Happy birthday, unnie~" she dragged out the words cutely. I held her up by her thighs after she wrapped her arms and legs around me.

"Thank you, baby,” I replied and she laughed shyly in my ear. Her bubbly attitude was unavoidably contagious, making me feel happier already. I walked her over to the bed and placed her down next to a grumpy looking Bora. "Let me finish getting dressed real quick." But Yoohyeon didn't let me go until I gave her a kiss on the lips. She smiled happily after I pulled back and I could've sworn I saw her stick her tongue out at Bora before I turned around.

Once I got dressed in some comfortable shorts and a top, I made my way back over to them. Minji said she would eventually be back with all the members, so I decided we would just wait here until everyone else was ready. Yoohyeon quickly made herself comfortable on top of me when I laid down on the bed between her and Bora. "Did you sleep well?" I asked the younger member, tucking her short blonde hair behind her ear while she leaned over me.

"Yeah,” she answered simply before impatiently pressing her lips against mine once more. The butterflies raged in my stomach from how needy she was being. I found that aspect of her personality incredibly charming.

"I see how it is,” Bora said bitterly next to us.

Yoohyeon released my lips, allowing me to respond, "What?" I asked, confused.

"You won't let me touch you because you're sore, but you'll let her?" Quickly sucking air through her teeth, she shook her head, "jinjja-"

"Cause you're a pabo,” Yoohyeon mumbled into my neck, but if Bora heard it she chose not to respond.

"You don't exactly know how to be gentle like Yoohyeon does,” I responded with a light laugh, only partially joking. Either way, I didn't mind that about her and I knew that she wouldn't ever actually do anything to hurt me anyways.

"You know that's not true,” Bora pouted. The cute expression on her face made me smile and I lifted my finger up to poke her cheek. Before I reached it though, she turned her head and opened her mouth, trying bite it. I pulled away with a laugh and when her eyes met mine, the amusement behind them reassured me that she wasn't actually upset.

Yoohyeon leaned up from me after a moment, thinking back to what Bora said. "Why are you sore?" The question seemed innocent enough in her eyes but it was dangerous in mine.

Bora snorted, bringing Yoohyeon's attention to her. "You're telling me you didn't hear them last night?" she asked in disbelief, but Yoohyeon just stared at her, clearly not catching on. Bora's words sent a wave of embarrassment flushing over me and I felt the urge to shush her so she didn't tell the younger member what went down. But it was too late, Bora couldn't keep her mouth shut. "I wouldn't doubt that the entire hotel knows Minji and Siyeon's names now,” she laughed.

"Unnie,” I whined at her, growing more embarrassed and upset that she told the younger member. I could practically see the moment the realization hit Yoohyeon's face just from the way her eyes widened and her mouth opened.

"What?" Bora chuckled towards me, apparently finding this so entertaining. "You're not exactly the quietest person in bed." My blush deepened and I resisted the urge to hit her.

"Look who's talking,” I bit back, but Yoohyeon butted in before Bora got the chance to respond.

"Wait, did you guys like... all three..." Her eyes looked at me skeptically, a blush slowly growing across her cheeks at the new information.

"Yes, Yoohyeon. They had a threesome,” Bora answered bluntly, nearly making me choke on air. Yoohyeon fidgeted and looked down at me in surprise. She got off my lap when I sat up and I was too embarrassed to meet her eyes.

"Really? Why... I mean, did you want it?... d-did you like it?" It was obvious that she was curious, but the topic made her flustered.

I sighed, shaking off my nerves. "It wasn't my idea, if that's what you're asking." She nodded in understanding. Seriously, it was news to me until it was actually happening. "I wasn't sure that was something I ever wanted," I hesitated, but Yoohyeon looked genuinely interested, so I continued, "but now that it's happened... I'll just say I didn't hate it,” I finished briefly, deciding it wasn't the time or place to tell them that I liked it way more than I thought I would... so much so that I want to do it again, maybe even with other members. I just didn't want any of them to be uncomfortable or feel like they couldn't meet my expectations.

Bora scoffed at my answer. "Didn't hate it?" she mocked, "No, I think you enjoyed it a little too much,” she said bitterly. I could finally recognize the jealousy in her tone. She was envious of Minji and Siyeon.

Just then, a knock sounded on the door, cutting off our conversation for the second time today. Desperate to get out of this awkward atmosphere, I quickly said, "I'll get it!" and jumped out of bed before anyone could protest.

-

Standing in front of the hotel room door, I didn't even think to look through the peephole before opening it. This allowed the two members behind it to successfully surprise me with their sudden excited shouts of "Happy Birthday!" and their arms shoving large balloons and bags full of gifts in my face.

The sudden show of celebration startled me at first, making my heart jump in my chest, but once they moved the items out of the way, their beautiful smiles eased my heart rate. "Yah, you guys didn't have to do all this." I tried to act humble, but, I had to admit, the warm scent wafting from one of the bags made it hard to conceal my excitement.

"Of course we did." Handong rolled her eyes before stepping inside the room to throw her arms around my shoulders. The bags held in her grasp hit my back, but I didn't mind, just pulling her in by the waist.

"Thank you, Princess,” I whispered her favorite pet name before giving her an innocent kiss on the neck. It made her shiver and she leaned back a second later to respond with her own kiss, her lips capturing mine. I inhaled deeply as my eyes fluttered shut, allowing me to only focus on the feeling of her smooth, warm lips and how they made my heart pound against my ribcage. Handong's kisses were almost as sweet as she was... almost.

When we parted, I noticed Dami had already walked into the room to put the other gifts down on the desk and tv stand across from the bed Yoohyeon and Bora were still occupying. "It actually wasn't our idea,” she said as I followed Handong over who placed the gifts in her hands neatly next to the others. The blue-haired rapper faced me once I made my way to her and I cocked an eyebrow, silently asking who's idea it was. She smiled gently. "It was Gahyeon's." My chest warmed and I grinned at this revelation.

Gahyeon was always so thoughtful like that. I mean, they all were, but the maknae often went out of her way to do little things for me any chance she got. She never had any motive other than simply seeing the smile on my face as a result of her acts of kindness. And that small fact made me love her impossibly more.

"Speaking of," I started, letting Dami pull me into her with her fingers around the loops in my jean shorts. Normally she was the private type of person who only got intimate with me when we were alone, but she seemed too caught up in admiring the happiness evident on my face to care about the other members watching. Her lips cut my sentence in half, but I didn't mind in the slightest, sinking into her kiss. I smiled halfway through, finding her behavior adorable. It was obvious they were all feeling even more romantic than usual today given the occasion and that thought made me feel like a nineteen year old falling in love with them for the first time all over again.

After Dami was satisfied, she leaned back, allowing me to continue. "Where is Gahyeon?" I asked, expecting her to be with the two who just showed up. My eyes drifted to the other three members in the room but they all appeared clueless.

I felt Dami lean back against the desk behind her and I looked over right when she responded, "You know how difficult she is to wake up in the mornings. She's probably just now getting ready,” she shrugged. Though her words might've seemed like an insult, her voice was serious and I knew she was likely right. Still, the deadpan expression on her face made me let out a light laugh. Dami only smiled amusedly at her own statement when she heard the sound leave my mouth.

"Jagi,” the sweet voice drew my eyes over to Handong who was watching me intently from the green, cushioned seat in the corner of the room, just past the edge of the desk. The pet name made my heart flutter. "You should open that one." Her finger directed me to the smallest gift bag placed next to the tv. If I had remembered correctly, it was the one that initially grabbed my attention just by the wonderful scent wafting from it.

"Right now?" I looked around the room, noting the three members missing. "Shouldn't we wait for everyone to get here?"

"No," Dami added, now sitting in the only other chair in the room, on the opposite end of the tv stand to my right, "you can open this one now." I looked down at her skeptically, but her face remained void of any ulterior motives. "It's not anything major." Her lips pursed into a gentle smile, so I chose to trust her.

Somewhere in my effort to grab the bag and open it, Yoohyeon had made her way to my side, peeking over my shoulder to get a glimpse at its contents. Once I threw the colored tissue paper away—that Dami grabbed from the table and quickly stuck in the trash can—I noticed a box sitting at the bottom that looked like it had come from a local bakery. Already having a good idea what it was, my mouth instantly started watering and I beamed over at Dongie.

"Thank you,” I told her sincerely. My eyes made their way over to Dami, showing her that she was also included in my statement of gratitude.

"Don't thank us,” Dami said. I watched as her eyes gravitated towards Bora. Yoohyeon had taken the box out of the bag and started opening it after asking permission, but I just looked over at the older member.

"You got this for me?" I asked after the realization hit, smiling at the small woman who still looked a little upset from earlier. Although, even just seeing my smile as a result of her gift made her happy and prompted one of her own.

"Yeah,” she answered as if it were no big deal. But it was to me. She had likely gotten up to sneak out and collect the sweet treat so that it would be fresh for me when I woke up. Not only did she probably wake up early to do so, she also would've had to rouse one of the managers to drive her, find a bakery close by, and purchase the food item with her own money.

Her thoughtfulness brought a warmth to my chest that took no time in spreading to my cheeks. "Thank you, unnie." Stepping over to the edge of the bed, she stood up to let me give her a short hug. I felt guilty knowing that she was most likely not quite over her jealousy, so I made it my goal to try and cheer her up. And hopefully I could even make it up to her sometime soon.

"You're welcome,” she mumbled quietly, though it seemed genuine. Before walking back over to the desk, I gave Bora a gentle kiss on the cheek. It made her smile momentarily, but she didn't grab my chin and pull me in for a kiss on the lips like she normally did when I kissed her there. The thought made me sad, but I decided not to dwell on it.

Instead, I turned back to steal my favorite pastry from Yoohyeon who I'm sure was seconds away from eating it herself. She let out a small whine in protest before she remembered that it was my birthday and she shouldn't be greedy. I leaned back against the desk and took a bite, making a noise of pleasure when the sweet taste spread across my tongue. Yoohyeon was watching my every move like a seagull waiting to attack.

"This is delicious,” I voiced, loud enough for Sua to hear. She knew exactly what I liked and I wanted her to know I was appreciative. "Here." Raising the pastry in front of me with one hand underneath it to catch any rogue crumbs, I offered some to Yoohyeon. She didn't waste a second before leaning forward and taking a generous bite of her own. Her cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk's as she chewed and I couldn't help but smile at her. "Cute,” I muttered. The comment made her blush and shove my shoulder in embarrassment until she swallowed and thanked me for sharing.

"Dongie." My call brought the older member's attention to me. She looked so innocent and clueless in that moment, her silver hair contrasting her doe-like eyes. "Do you want some?" I offered my food up once again, stretching out my hand towards her. Almost instantly her nose scrunched up in displeasure. "What?"

"I hate it." She said in a cute voice, closing her eyes to shake her head in one swift movement.

The new information came as a shock to me. "Really?" I asked genuinely, thinking I would've made a point to note something like that.

"Yes," she responded like it was obvious, "you don't remember?" She eyed me with a permanent teasing smile on her lips.

"No." I frowned. "You really told me that before?"

"Of course~” she dragged out. "Guess it wasn't that important." An over-exaggerated sigh left her mouth and she slowly rolled her eyes to the side for dramatic effect.

"No, I'm sorry." I knew she was joking but I still felt bad. I always made a conscious effort to remember every little thing about them so that they knew I cared for each one of them just as much as the rest. "I promise I'll remember next time,” I finished, handing Yoohyeon the rest of the pastry and wiping any stray crumbs from my hands before getting up to extend my pinky towards the Chinese woman.

She just stared at me for a moment—probably not expecting me to be so serious about it since she was only joking—but then she giggled, showing off her beautiful smile and the single out-of-place tooth that I found so adorable. Her pinky wrapped around mine before we both kissed our fists to seal it. "You're such a pabo." She chuckled at my silly behavior, looking up at me with love in her eyes.

"Thanks, so are you,” I giggled back and leaned down to give her another kiss. She seemed eager to accept it even after just insulting me, holding me in place by my cheek to ensure the kiss was long enough to meet her satisfaction. All this told me is that she secretly loved how much of a dork I was. And I could say the same for all of them.

The sudden noise of the hotel door opening caused everyone in the room to look over. "You shouldn't be nearly as tired as us." I heard Siyeon's voice first, then Minji's light chuckle right after.

"What's that supposed to mean?" The final voice belonged to the maknae and just the sound of her innocent tone made me smile, choosing to ignore Siyeon's insinuation.

When I made my way to the door, Gahyeon's tiredness was replaced by excitement in a split second, showing off her big, bright smile that I had slowly grown addicted to. "Happy Birthday!" she shouted, running into my arms. I laughed at her childish behavior, finding everything she did adorable, even if she didn't intend for it to be.

"Thank you, baby." She snuggled into my chest with her arms encircling my waist, clinging to me like a toddler. It made my heart speed up as I rested mine over her shoulders. "And thank you for the gifts." This made her loosen her grip to look up at me.

"Oh, how'd you know?" she asked, her face scrunching up cutely in confusion.

"Yubin told me they were your idea,�� I recited, glancing over at the blue-haired member for confirmation. She nodded in acknowledgement and once I brought my attention back to the maknae in front of me, I noticed Siyeon and Minji eyeing me from the entryway.

Their stares made me blush, but I ignored them for the time being, focusing on Gahyeon as she replied, "Wah, I figured they'd take all the credit." The way she looked genuinely surprised by the fact that they didn't made me laugh. Gahyeon beamed up at me, captivated by my smile and the sound of my laughter. "But I'm glad you liked them,” she said cutely. I wasn't even gonna correct her—telling her that I technically hadn't opened them yet, so how could she know I liked them?—because I knew whatever she got me I'd like anyways.

Instead, I ended our embrace with a soft kiss, enjoying the feeling of her plump lips against mine. Her face was red when I pulled back and she clung to me again, always embarrassed to be caught receiving my affection in front of the other members—probably because she figured they'd make fun of her (and if they did, it was always out of love anyways). When I looked up, holding Gahyeon in my arms, my eyes inevitably met the soft brown ones of our group leader.

Eventually Gahyeon let me go, allowing Siyeon to guide her into the room while the six members started a conversation about plans for the day. Minji, on the other hand, appeared to have some other business to attend to. I quickly found out that that 'business' was me when she carefully grabbed my arm, whispering a soft 'come here,’ before pulling me into the bathroom with her alone.

-

Once we were inside the bathroom and the door was closed, Minji grabbed my hips and gently backed me against the short counter. I scooted back further so that I was sitting on it with my hands resting on the edge. Her eyes were innocent at first as she asked, "Are you okay? Siyeon said you were sore from last night." At the mention, she stepped forward and her hands slowly moved up my legs where she started gently massaging the insides of my thighs. Her gesture was sweet but that didn't stop my body from reacting to how close her fingers were to my center. Embarrassingly, I could already feel myself getting worked up all over again and tried to hide it by avoiding her eyes.

"Yes,” I whispered, knowing my voice would give me away if I attempted to respond any louder. "I'm okay." She hummed in response and it stayed quiet for a moment, but I could feel a tension growing between us. Maybe I shouldn't have let her get me alone again.

Her eyes stayed trained on my face as her fingers slowly dipped underneath the bottom of my shorts, like she was testing me. "You did so well last night, baby." She mumbled suddenly, making my cheeks burn. Her words certainly weren't helping to keep my mind off of her skilled hands working at my muscles, the ache there reminding me of what they were capable of. It was clear Minji knew what was running through my mind when she leaned in to whisper in my ear, "You took us both like such a good girl." Fuck. A kiss was placed on my neck and she hummed again, clearly pleased when I shuddered underneath her.

"Unnie, please,” I whined, wrapping my arms around her shoulders to grip the back of her shirt while gritting my teeth, feeling the urge to bite down on something. I couldn't handle when she got like this. The way she acted was so drastically different from how she was normally. The first time we were together, it caught me so off guard that I thought she was pranking me. She was one of the last members I expected to be like that. How could the world's sweetest woman who nicknamed herself tokki and who would unironically do aegyo even when the camera wasn't on become this? The Minji that would smile at me so purely and tell me she loved me was somehow the same Minji that was two fingers deep inside of me last night, gripping my hair and taunting me for how much I liked taking both of them at the same time.

"What's wrong, jagi?" Her tone turned teasing and I knew all the innocence had finally left her. She leaned back to look at me with a smirk on her lips. "You didn't have a problem with this last night." I could tell she was having way too much fun with me helplessly at her mercy. Her smirk loosened so that she could lick her lips, "In fact," she took a moment to glance down at my mouth before making eye contact again, "I seem to recall..." her face moved just inches away from mine and her voice dropped an octave as she finished, "you were screaming and begging for more."

I couldn't stop the surprised moan that escaped the back of my throat when she abruptly took one of her hands away just to place her palm firm against the sensitive spot between my legs. My hand reached down to grab her wrist, instinctively trying to pull it back because of how overstimulating it felt. I still hadn't recovered from last night, making the pain as overwhelming as the pleasure. The entire time she was watching my face intently with her bottom lip caught between her teeth, enjoying my reaction.

Although, her moment of fun was cut short when someone barged in, probably hearing what was going on. Minji discretely moved her hand away for my legs, pretending like she wasn't touching me just a few seconds ago. "Yah! What are you two doing in here?" The loud voice belonged to Sua. My eyes met hers and it became obvious she knew the answer to her own question when she saw the flustered look on my face.

Minji didn't take her eyes off of me, instead leaning in so her lips ghosted over mine. She smiled, "Why? You jealous?" Her tone was teasing still, but this time it was directed at Bora. I tried to watch the younger woman's reaction, but Minji grabbed my chin and pulled me down to finally meet her lips. Surprisingly the kiss was gentle and I couldn't resist melting into her touch. She did this so much, it had basically become a routine with us. She would act all innocent, then whisper some crazy sexy obscenities in my ear while doing god-knows-what to me, and then go back to being the caring, goofy leader everyone saw her as.

"Whatever,” Bora huffed, trying to sound annoyed, but her voice wavered, exposing her true feelings. She left the bathroom before I could say anything, slamming the door behind her. Minji jumped back a little, surprised by her younger member's behavior. Bora was normally one who liked teasing and would happily keep up Minji's playful banter. Now, however, it was obvious that the older woman's words had struck a chord with her.

Minji stepped back and helped me off the counter, now wearing an expression of guilt. "I think she's upset,” I pointed out the obvious, looking over at my group leader helplessly. She frowned at me sympathetically.

"I feel like I should go apologi-"

"No, it's not just that,” I cut in, pinching the bridge of my nose after in frustration. Sometimes I forgot how difficult it could be having seven women to try and please. "She knows about last night, too."

Minji's mouth formed an 'o' and pink seeped into her cheeks as if that was the one thing that finally embarrassed her. She had totally overlooked the fact that one of the other members could've easily heard and caught onto what was happening last night. Now she started to understand. The leader couldn't be sure exactly how she'd react if she were in Sua's shoes, but she knew from the past that any intimate moment she couldn't be a part of with me definitely didn't make her feel great.

"Maybe you should just try talking to her." The second the suggestion left her mouth, both of us visibly cringed at the idea. Bora tended to avoid the subject of admitting her true feelings, mostly in the form of pretending she was fine, insisting that she, in fact, 'wasn't feeling any sort of feelings at all.' "If anyone can get through to her, it's you,” Minji restated, sounding more confident in her statement this time. "Being with you is all she wants anyways." She squeezed my hand in reassurance. The sudden change in her mood almost gave me whiplash, but I appreciated that she was always there for me as a friend when I needed advice just as much as she was there as a lover.

That in mind, I decided to make a joke to lighten the mood. "Apparently that's all you ever want either." I smiled at her, amused. She laughed at the sudden accusation. "Pulling me in the bathroom to have me all to yourself and everything." Her laughter grew with every word that left my mouth. At that point I wasn't even joking and we both knew it. Her intentions may have appeared innocent at first, but I know she really just wanted another taste of what she got last night.

"Yah." She playfully shoved my shoulders with a smile before pulling me back into her. "What can I say?" Her voice quieted after her laughter had died down. "You caught me." Taking in her pretty brown eyes as she stared into mine, I could never get over the way they sparkled in the light when she looked at something she loved. "You're just too irresistible,” she whispered, her arms now around my shoulders and mine on her waist.

I laughed, leaning into her. "You're such a loser sometimes, you know that." Despite my words, the smile on her face remained. She simply hummed in acknowledgement before cupping one of my cheeks with her hand. The close proximity allowed me to feel her warmth and smell her sweet scent. One that always became intoxicating, spreading an addicting shot of dopamine through my veins and making me want nothing other than her.

She wordlessly granted my silent request, tilting my chin up with her finger and claiming my lips as her own again. Even after last night, she still couldn't get enough of me. If anything, it made her want me more. But she knew she couldn't continue to be so selfish and had to share with the other members. So she let this kiss be the last one, savoring it as such by biting my bottom lip and finishing with a quick kiss on my cheek. I laughed lightly in her ear at her possessive behavior before she backed away.

"Happy birthday,” she said suddenly, realizing she had forgotten to say it earlier due to being preoccupied with other things ever since the clock hit midnight. I just smiled in response and she released me from her hold before saying, "Now, go get your girl." The childish grin on her face made me genuinely laugh and I wondered again how this was the same woman who had me at her mercy on the counter just minutes ago.

"Yes ma'am," I saluted her, making her laugh and pat me on the butt when I turned around, urging me out of the bathroom.

My only worry now was Bora, though I had no idea another—more embarrassing—one would arise until I walked back into the main hotel room to see several pairs of shocked eyes on me. Something tells me Yoohyeon had guided the conversation onto a very specific topic...

-

"You had a threesome?!" Gahyeon shouted like a shocked child finding out how babies were made for the first time.

My cheeks instinctively burned at the widened eyes of her, Handong, and even Dami. Apparently someone asked why Bora seemed so upset and, of course, Yoohyeon just couldn't contain herself. Upon seeing the surprised reactions of the other members, Siyeon just sat there with an amused expression. Minji, on the other hand, tried to hide her rare shyness, but it became evident in the pink tint on her cheeks when she sat next to Bora on the bed. Though, no one but I noticed—the other members' attention was still stuck on me, seemingly waiting for me to say something.

I decided to play it off. "It's not that big of a deal." My shoulders shrugged before I walked over to sit on the desk beside Handong in the corner of the room. No matter how long I had been around them, I still never got used to the feeling of all their eyes on me. It wasn't uncomfortable, but it definitely didn't help calm my nerves. "Besides," I added before anyone could protest, "it's not like that was my first threesome,” I lied nonchalantly, trying to contain my laughter at how unconvincing that sounded.

When I saw the lie take effect in their reactions though, a sly smirk made its way onto my lips. First, it was shock, then most of their expressions shifted to anger and I suddenly regretted saying anything at all. Sometimes I forgot how scary they could be when they got jealous. Now Bora really looked like she was about to jump me, and not in a good way. "Sheesh," my hands gripped the edge of the desk beneath me, palms growing sweaty from how intimidating they all looked, "I was just kidding." I gazed up at them sheepishly, suddenly finding it hard to swallow.

Minji and Siyeon smiled, likely picking up on the little habits I had when I was nervous. It was obvious they liked knowing they could make me feel that way. Gahyeon pointed across the room, "Yubin unnie," she started laughing, "you know it's serious when even she looks angry." I glanced over at the rapper, catching her chilling expression before it was replaced by an amused one. Gahyeon's observation was accurate; in all the time I've been with her, Dami very, very rarely got angry at me—or at anything, really. Seeing her like that was terrifying yet attractive.

Everyone laughed along with her and I finally felt like I could catch my breath again. "She wasn't even staring at me and I felt threatened," Handong said between her laughter, making everyone else laugh harder. My eyes eventually landed on the main dancer and my grin widened when I saw hers. She was still quieter than usual, but at least she wasn't as upset anymore. That's one thing I was thankful for when it came to the other members: they all loved each other so much that something as simple as a stupid comment like that could brighten their moods completely. The fact that they could rely on each other for happiness helped take some of that responsibility off of me.

"Now you know never to cheat on Yubin," Yoohyeon said, her smile showing off her dimple as she laughed towards her best friend. "She was seconds away from planning your murder."

I turned to Dami right when she did the same, causing us to lock eyes. "Shoot, better delete Hoyeon’s number real quick,” I deadpanned, pretending to grab my phone from my pocket in a panic. The genuine laughter resounding from all of the members made my heart flutter. Not only because I loved making them laugh, but because it meant they knew, without a doubt, that I was joking. They knew I'd never even think of cheating, let alone actually do it.

"You mean that girl from Squid Game?" Siyeon laughed. "I know you have a crush on her,” she added with a smirk because she knew she was right—if the way I wouldn't shut up about how attractive Saebyeok was when her, Yoohyeon, and I binged the show together was anything to go off of. Still, she agreed and I was grateful we were comfortable enough in our relationship to admit things like that to each other.

"No," my eyes narrowed at her in defiance, "I have a crush on you." I winked, matching her smirk. To my surprise, Siyeon actually blushed, and—less surprisingly—she started flirting back reciprocating my wink and sending me a kiss. The response from the other members was immediate, everyone screaming and cringing at the exchange. Siyeon and I just looked at each other and laughed.

After a few moments everyone quieted down and Minji took the opportunity to finally act like the leader. "We have some free time before soundcheck, so I figured we could spend it together doing something for your birthday." She proposed, the other members nodding their heads in silent agreement.

"Okay." I smiled at the idea.

"What would you like to do?" The leader asked, her attentive gaze somehow always full of love when she looked at me.

"What do you guys want to do?" I asked, glancing around the room.

"It's your birthday, unnie,” Dami protested, "you should choose."

Ignoring the way my heart fluttered at how considerate she was, I replied, "yeah, but I'm okay with anything, so I'd rather choose something we'd all like." I shrugged like it was the obvious choice and the members smiled at that.

"We could go to the mall downtown." Yoohyeon suggested. I grinned over at her, knowing how much her and Handong loved shopping. She always wanted me to come with her so she could try on things for me and get my opinion.

"Sure,” I replied, causing the tallest member's face to light up. "Is everyone else cool with that?" I looked around the room, sensing no sign of disapproval.

"We could do that and eat some lunch while we're there,” Minji added.

"Okay,” I agreed. "And if we have any time left after, there's something I've always wanted to try with all of you,” I said mischievously.

"What is it?" Gahyeon asked.

"There's this bowling alley nearby that has laser tag,” I smirked, already feeling my competitive side take over. Laser tag with the members sounds like a dream come true.

A few of them laughed at my childish idea. "You're such a dork,” Bora mumbled under her breath but, even with how loud it was in the room, I managed to catch it. That being the first thing she said since she left the bathroom earlier brought a warm feeling to my chest. It didn't even matter if she was technically insulting me, I knew she meant it in an endearing way. Like even when she tried to be mad at me, any little thing I did reminded her how much she loved me.

"You won't be saying that when I kick your ass at laser tag,” I challenged, hoping to bring back the playful Bora I had fallen in love with.

It took a minute, but she finally raised her eyebrows at me before smirking. "We'll see about that."

-

After deciding to open my presents later, we all grabbed what little belongings we had to take with us on our way out of the room. Just when everyone left, I glanced back inside. I wasn't sure why I felt inclined to do so, but I was glad I did when I spotted a phone left by the gift bags. Jogging over to grab it, the cute animal stickers on the back told me it belonged to Yoohyeon.

"Yah," I shouted down the hall when I left the room to catch up with the others. "Kim Yoohyeon." The way she looked back, totally oblivious and innocent, had me resisting the urge to laugh. Her forgetfulness was always adorable to me. For such an intelligent person, she seemed to have an exceptionally short attention span. "Forgetting something?" I teased, raising the device in the air.

Her eyebrows raised and her mouth formed an 'o' when she realized what it was. I just smiled when she came running towards me, looking like a guilty puppy. "Thank you,” she blushed before taking the phone from my hand. "What would I do without you?" she randomly mumbled into my ear after her arms wrapped around my waist. I found it a bit uncharacteristic for her and my suspicions were proven correct when I felt her hand reach into the back pocket of my jean shorts.

In a split second she was sprinting in the opposite direction, giggling evilly while waving my own phone up in the air triumphantly. "Really?" I yelled, throwing my arms above my head. There was no doubt in my mind that she was going to use my phone to peek at the other members' text messages. A few of them had done it in the past, looking for something to tease each other about. "I guess this is what I get for being nice,” I muttered with a shake of my head before running after her.

She shoved past the other members who had now stopped to witness what was occurring. I followed, reaching her just a few seconds after she stopped, standing in the elevator, tapping frantically on the screen of the device. She gasped when I pushed her against the back wall, but the surprise wasn't from my actions.

"Yah, give it." I tried to snatch the phone from her, but she moved it out of my reach, too enthralled by whatever she was reading on it. The angle she held it at allowed me to see the screen and I recognized the text thread between me and Handong. When she scrolled up a little further to find a picture, my heart dropped.

"Woah!" Yoohyeon yelled in surprise. By now all the members had crowded into the elevator, a few trying to get a look at what Yoohyeon was so surprised by. "Dongie sends you nudes?!" The other members were instantly confused, yelling things like "what?" or "really?" or, in Gahyeon's case, a very shocked "Dong unnie?"

Handong took the opportunity to rip the phone from the younger member's hands. "It's not a nude!" the Chinese woman exclaimed, her cheeks turning a dark shade of red since she knew the photo was still less than innocent, even if it wasn't what Yoohyeon called it. I felt a bit shy myself thinking about the moment I received that picture. It was shocking for many reasons, but mostly because of who it came from. It seems ridiculous now thinking I used to assume Handong was innocent when we were younger. She had become one of the most confident ones in the group, so should've expected it.

"Really, Yooh?" I wasn't actually mad at her, I just tried my hardest to respect their privacy since there were things they said or did with me that they didn't necessarily want the other members to know about. I never wanted Handong to feel embarrassed for that. With them though, nothing was ever a big deal and I was reminded of that when they started giggling. "You act like you haven't sent any." I directed at Yoohyeon and now she was the one blushing while everyone else laughed.

"Unnie,” she whined, turning to hide her face in my neck.

"Hey, you started it,” I laughed, hugging her close to me. "It's my birthday, you're supposed to be nice." Yoohyeon just groaned like an annoyed teenager. "Now, can I please have my phone back?" I asked, extending my hand towards Handong. Unlike Yoohyeon, she kindly complied. I took the phone from her and gave her a small smile in return, silently asking if she was okay. The one she sent me back assured me that she was.

A second after, the elevator doors opened to reveal the ground floor. Yoohyeon backed away and I leaned over to give her a soft kiss on the cheek, hoping she wasn't upset with me for what I told the rest of them. But, like Handong, she didn't really seem to mind, just holding my hand as we walked through the lobby. I tugged her over so that I could use my free hand to grab Dongie's. The simple action had become instinctive at this point, but the feeling of their fingers so easily intertwining with mine never failed to light a spark in my chest.

Once we got outside, the managers pulled up in two black vans, forcing half of us to take one and the other half to take the other. I followed Handong and Dami into the first car while the maknae trailed behind us. The unnie line had gone to the second one and Yoohyeon reluctantly let go of my hand to join them.

Gahyeon ended up sitting next to me in the back with the other two occupying the middle seats. The manager took up the driver's seat with no passenger beside him. It was quiet for the first few minutes of the drive, Gahyeon and Dami busying themselves with their phones while Dongie just stared out the window, admiring the urban scenery. Until, finally, the youngest decided to bring up our previous conversation again.

"I can't believe the unnies made you have a threesome,” she said and I laughed at how she still found it so surprising.

"I mean, I didn't exactly tell them no, so technically they didn't make me."

Gahyeon looked over at me skeptically—not in a judgmental way, more out of curiosity. "So, you like that sort of thing?" I smiled, thinking it was cute how her and Yoohyeon's first instinct was to ask that question.

I still didn't really know how to respond to that though, so instead I asked, "you mean you wouldn't be interested?"

Her eyebrows immediately raised in shock. "Are you crazy?" She somehow looked more in disbelief than when she found out about it in the first place.

I just laughed it off, finding her overdramatic expression cute. "It's okay. I know that's not your thing,” I reassured, then trailed my eyes to someone who had been watching me intently from the front seat this whole time. "Dongie, however," I smirked, drawing her eyes to my lips, "seems like the type."

The woman in question smiled at me and let out that laugh of hers that sounded so pretty and proper: a complete contradiction to the thoughts running through her mind. She didn't even have to respond, her expression told me all I needed to know.

"That wasn't a no,” I concluded.

Handong's eyes drifted over to Dami who was still looking at her phone, pretending like she wasn't paying attention to the conversation we were having. When she felt someone's eyes on her, she looked up. Noticing Handong's stare and finally realizing the insinuation behind it, she smiled in a way that gave away her embarrassment. "What?" she said, feigning innocence. "Why are you looking at me?" The reaction made us all laugh.

"So, is that a no?" Handong tested, cocking an eyebrow at the younger member. My stomach twisted at how interested Dongie suddenly seemed in the whole idea. We had never talked about this... what if she thought about it before?

Dami's eyes shifted to me, pausing a moment on my face to take in my features in a way that made the pit of my stomach burn. "I don't like sharing,” she replied simply, now staring into my eyes. Her straightforward answer set a chill down my spine and heat rushing up my neck. Even the other two members in the car were speechless. I swallowed hard, raising an eyebrow and glancing down at her lips. She seemed satisfied with my reaction, her mouth turning up into a confident smile. Then, as if nothing ever happened, she went right back to her phone.

No one ended up speaking for the rest of the car ride and I just tried my best not to replay the previous interaction in my mind over and over again the whole time. It'll be a miracle if I make it through this entire day without dropping dead from the way these girls were obviously trying to kill me. Surely I could survive an innocent trip to the mall... right?

To Be Continued…

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[insomniakisses]

DREAMCATCHER reaction to feeding off their s/o for the first time [Vampire au]

If there was one word to describe your girlfriend it would be careful. She never fully lets her guard down around you, not when she could so easily slip up and kill you. It was from this behaviour that your curiosity had originally stemmed about being fed from.

You had heard the other girls talk to her about feeding off you, how it was easier and would bring such a new level of intimacy to your relationship. You had seen the look in Minji’s eyes it was clear she was considering it, the knowledge alone setting your body a lite with excitement.

Waiting for her friends to leave, you walked over to your gf her face pulling into a smile at your presence. That smile morphing into a smirk when you straddled her lap and brought your lips to hers. The bliss of your make out being short lived however when you pulled away, desire and curiosity burning in your eyes.

“What is it?” Her voice is barely above a whisper, but clearly audible to you in the otherwise silent room.

“Bite me.” You huff out, surprising yourself at the abruptness of the demand. “Please Min, i really want you to! I promise this is what i-“

Your cut off by her lips pressing to your neck softly, sharp fangs scraping the skin lightly before she speaks up against your neck.

“Your absolutely sure?” Theres no verbal answer but the nod you give her is enough of a conformation when she feels your hand on the back of her head. Your fingers tangle into her hair as she bites into your skin, blood flowing onto her tongue.

She should have known better. Yoohyeon was clumsy at the best of times, let alone when given a weapon and yet here bora was laying on the floor bullet wound in her chest as the clumsy blonde panicked above her.

“For god sake just go get y/n!”

Bora would be lying if she said she didn’t regret snapping at the girl, but dying because she’d given the worlds clumsiest person a loaded gun was not on her to do list today.

The minute you arrive bora is reaching for you, smiling when you kneel next to her, “baby are you oka-“

looking at you with apologetic eyes as she digs her fangs into your arm, drinking your blood with a satisfied smile. Feeling her wound begin to close and heal, trying her hardest to ignore you yells if pain, she really hopes you’ll forgive her.

“Hey baby” your girlfriend whispers from behind you, laughing at the yell ypu makes when she picks you up speeding you to her room.

You both giggle when she softly lays you on the bed, hovering over you as she places a few kisses your your face before slowly moving down. Her kisses get more heated the longer shes kissing you, and its not long before shes creating a like of purple and res marks along your skin.

Your moans filling the room when she starts to suck at one particular point on your neck, where your most sensitive. Your moans going up an octave when she begins to drag her sharp fangs against your skin, biting down softly as her hand slips into your shirt. Both moaning in pleasure.

The feeling of her lips against your skin made your eyes flutter closed, the hot wet kisses being placed against your skin doing nothing to ground you or purify your thoughts.

“I can hear your heart, its so loud i could go deaf” she teases smirking against your skin as she trails her kisses lower and lower. Her fangs scraping against your thigh causing your heart to beat even faster, your breath hitching slightly.

“I wonder…” she mumbles before placing a soft kiss to the same spot, smiling as she bites into the soft flesh. The taste of blood hitting her instantly.

Looking at the bandage covering your arm you can’t help but shake your head at the memories of this morning replay in your head.

The memory of your puppy like girlfriend being so excited to show you something that she super-sped right into the arm of the chair and landed bite first into your fore arm.

That was when the panic had set in, quickly detaching herself she has flapped around for the next 10 minutes stressing about if you were okay. Stressing so much she completely failed to see bandage yourself up and sit down again. It was only when she had seen your blank stare that she calmed down. Moving to cuddle you.

Looking down to the girl sprawled over you, fast asleep, you couldn’t help shake your head. How could someone so dangerous also be so clumsy and adorable.

You both loved days like these, days where you spent hours curled up by the fire. Your body wrapped up in her embrace while she reads her latest novel obsession. Her voice always ending up lulling you to sleep. Only this time something seems to be on your mind.

“Dami?”

Humming she folds the corner of the page in her book, closing it to focus on you. Red orbs staring into your own. “What is it?”

“I’ve been thinking,” you breath out trying your hardest to keep your voice steady “i want you to bite me” you shut your eyes expecting her to argue, or get mad but instead your met with silence.

Opening your eyes you see your girlfriend staring at you in amusement. “If thats really what you want then okay” smiling she leans in she kiss your neck before biting down.

Your breathings erractic when she finally stops her movements, climbing back up your body to kiss you. You moan at the taste on her lips and the way she smirks into the kiss.

She pulls away to bite and suck at your neck, sending you a cocky wink before bitching down slightly harder. Her fangs puncturing your skin as she enjoys the taste of your blood, moaning into your neck.

A/n: God i love vampire dreamcatcher 😭 sorry its so late! And also i hope your doing well <3. some r short bc i wanted to keep them pg-13

[let-them-read-fics]

Positions

Pairing: Handong x Fem!Reader

Warnings / Misc. -- Smut

Word Count: 2,210

Summary: When Handong asked you to show her some of the moves you learned in your latest yoga classes, she failed to think her own request through completely. 

Disclaimer: This writing is a work of fiction, and no disrespect is meant for those mentioned herein.

A/N: Hello again, everyone! Hope you guys are doing well :) Drink some water, take your meds, and eat something tasty today. Let me know if you like this story! <3

P.S. ~ Sorry for not uploading sooner! I was celebrating my birthday and couldn't find the time to post.

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“Dongie,” you groaned, disappointment obvious in your tone. “I just showed you. There’s no way you already forgot.”

“Please, baby? I promise I’ll get it this time.”

Lie number one. 

“Fine,” you rolled your eyes. 

She watched closely as you bent first to the left, extending your right arm above your head, and then mirrored that motion on the other side. When you recentered yourself and bent at the waist to touch your toes, completing the last position in the combo, a childish smirk pulled at her lips. 

In the tight shorts you wore, your ass looked undeniably, certifiably fantastic. She couldn’t help but stare; her hands balled into fists at her sides, wishing to touch you. 

“Got it?” You asked, interrupting her dirty thoughts. 

“Definitely,” she nodded singularly. 

Lie number two.

Unconvinced, you crossed your arms and raised your brows, silently instructing her to demonstrate what you’d done.

When you traded positions and she began, she already had the stance wrong. Her arm soon pointed in the wrong direction, stretching completely different muscles than the position was intended to. 

A sigh slipped past your lips.

This was going to be a long process.

—

A Century Later

“You’re so close, baby,” you whined, “...just a little more for me.”

Dongie’s heavy breathing filled the living room, interrupted only by a weary groan. 

“Y/N, no more… I c-can’t.”

Her muscles strained, sorer than she ever thought possible. A thin sheen of sweat coated her skin, making her effort plain to see. You’d had her in about a hundred different positions in the past hour alone, and she was spent. 

“Do you want help?”

She leaned down a little more and peered at you through her legs, unamused. 

“I want my girlfriend to stop being a sadist and let me rest.”

“Have you forgotten that you’re the one who asked for this?”

You took a few steps forward, approaching her. 

“I didn’t know they were teaching you methods of torture there!” She defended herself. “I never would’ve asked you to show me if I knew it’d be like this.”

“Yah,” you soothed, pressing up behind her. Your hips brushed against her ass as you settled your hands along the dips of her hips. “Quit complaining, will you?”

She tensed at the new sensation, not expecting it. Her trembling legs enjoyed the relief that your strong presence provided, though, so she allowed herself to ease into you. You took some of her weight, holding her. 

“Use your arms,” you instructed. “Pull your chest in close to your legs.”

“I’m gonna snap if I move, Y/N,” she quipped, grumbling. 

You shook your head, though deep down her complaining was endearing. Perhaps you had been a little too overzealous for her first session. 

“I’ll help, then,” you promised, as you moved your right hand upwards. It traveled across her back, trailing all the way up to her neck. You grasped it gently, allowing your fingers to wrap around the base of it just enough to guide her. 

As you pressed her down further into the position, bending her forward more, you used your other hand to ease her further back into your front. With a little patience and urging, her chest brushed her thighs, just as you directed. 

Her tired muscles jumped against you, high strung and aching for rest; heat radiated from her in steady waves. She was spent.

“Breathe, jagi,” you reminded. That’s the number one rule of stretching, after all. 

She blushed, both from her arousal and your oblivion. 

“How can you expect me to do that when you’re touching me like this?” She asked airily. Her ass rubbed against you a little more, searching for friction as if to further demonstrate her point.

A smirk graced your lips at that, growing in time with your ego. You rutted into her ever so slightly – teasing her.

“You’re evil,” she asserted. 

You simply bent forward a little, pushing her further into the position while simultaneously allowing her to feel your toned abdomen against her back. She whined at the feeling, pushed to her limit but in the best kind of way. 

“Alright,” you relented, standing back up once you decided she’d had enough. “We can take a break now.” Your grin was evident in the words.

Instead of uprighting herself, too, she simply fell over. She hit the carpet with a soft thud, crashing onto its cushiony surface. 

“Finally,” she practically moaned, reveling in the way that the fibers soothed her skin. They welcomed her in, bringing comfort to her overexerted body. 

You peered down at her, still smiling. Such a rookie. Aside from her constant bickering and complaining, she really had been a good sport; she saw everything out until the very end, wanting to impress you and learn some new things in the process.

With that in mind, you resolved to reward her by getting some water for her while she rested.

Her arm was thrown across her eyes as she laid on her back, dramatically splayed out as if she’d been shot. It prevented her from noticing you leave or come back, so when her chest was met with a chilly few droplets of water, she shouted.  

“AISH–”

"Oops…" you played. She peered up at you with a judgemental glare before taking it out of your hands. 

"Pabo." She tutted. 

You sat down at her side, watching her take a few long sips. Her throat bobbed gently as she swallowed, with the sweat there shining in the soft light of the room. 

A couple droplets of the water spilled past her lips, rolling down to her jaw. You reached out and wiped them away with the back of your fingers.

"Better, my love?" 

She screwed the cap back on and swallowed the last bit of the chilly liquid in her mouth, in no rush whatsoever to answer you.

"Not yet." 

You stuck your tongue in your cheek. "Why not?" 

"Because I'm wet," she complained, pouting. 

Your head shook in faux annoyance, but you scooted closer to her anyway. You brought a hand up to her chest and wiped away the water that remained there from your prank. 

"There. Problem solved," you declared. 

Wordlessly, she grabbed ahold of your hand and shook her head. She guided it downwards, slipping beneath the band of her spandex until it made contact with her soaked core. 

"This kind of wet, Y/N." 

“O-oh,” you stuttered, understanding. 

The desire in her darkening eyes should’ve been enough to tell you that much already, but sometimes you truly were oblivious. She found that both endearing and frustrating; but right now, the latter of the two was winning out.

She sat up on her elbow, keeping your hand where it was as she moved in to kiss you for the first time tonight. You leaned down, meeting her in the middle to make things easy for her. 

The entirety of the embrace was full of intimacy, from the way she urged your fingertips closer to her entrance, to the softness of her lips as they moved in time with your own. Her tongue met yours languidly, still holding onto a bit of remaining chill from her earlier sips of water. A hint of peach flavor made its way into your mouth, too, courtesy of her chapstick. 

She pulled you in closer as she laid back down on the carpet, not wanting to break the kiss for even a second. You had teased her far more than she appreciated all night, and she was ready to put an end to it. 

Her body was warm as you laid down at her side, giving into her prompting. Seeing as that you were clad only in a sports bra and shorts, she had ease of access to you; her free hand wandered, taking advantage of the opportunity it was presented with.  It easily slid beneath the band that wrapped around your ribs, coming up to cup your breast. She kneaded it, letting out a soft sigh into your mouth at the mere feeling of you; sometimes she was convinced she could get off just by touching you. 

Your fingertips dipped inside of her, and you couldn’t hold back the moan that resounded in your chest at how wet she was. Her warm walls begged you to go deeper as they pulsed around you, clenching particularly tightly when you kissed her harder. 

It brought a smile to your face to know – to feel – just how much she needed you. Such a rewarding notion.

She whimpered into the kiss when you slid them in further and pressed your palm to her clit, allowing the swollen bud to attain some much-needed relief. 

Her hand in your bra stopped its movements, and the impatient one that laid against yours in her shorts paused, too; she completely surrendered herself to you, focusing her attention on the pleasure that you were providing. 

You didn’t mind it, though; it was sweet to see her like that. Someone typically so untouchable, so above it all, completely and utterly in need. All flushed and restless, incapable of ignoring her desire; as if in heat.

She released your bottom lip from between her own after gently tugging on it, and she shifted closer in your embrace, wanting to feel you close. Every hitched breath, every writhe – she needed to feel it all. 

“I think I deserve a little reward after all of this teasing,” she noted raspily, breathless. “Don’t you?”

You nodded, admiring the blush on her cheeks. She fought to keep her eyes from shutting in an effort to continue looking at you; but she caved in when you brushed against her g-spot. You knew all the right ways to touch her.

"Name it, and it's yours." 

Her hips rocked, taking you in deeper again. 

"I want your mouth, too," she answered. "Please," she whined, placing emphasis on it. 

She knew you could never say no when she did that. 

…but that was as much of a blessing as it was a curse. If this time was like any of those in the past, she wouldn't be able to walk properly in the morning. 

That was a sacrifice she was more than willing to make, though, come to think of it. 

Feeling merciful, you wasted no time in easing out of her and stripping her of her shorts and panties. When the cool air hit her glistening center, she whined pathetically. Her legs closed out of instinct, reluctant to share her warmth with the world. 

But you placed your hands on her knees and slowly parted them, slotting yourself in between. As you leaned down to kiss her again, they wrapped around your waist, keeping you snugly in place and causing your clothed pelvis to rub against her clit when she urged you forward. The material was soft, but offered just enough roughness to provide the friction she wanted. 

You rutted a few times, meeting her impatient grinding halfway. Poorly-stifled moans slipped out of her mouth, wrapped around curses and pleas for you to go harder.  

“Be patient, jagi,” you smiled against her lips, putting a hand on her hip to slow her movements. She fought against it briefly, determined to attain relief; but you didn’t budge. “If you keep on like this, you’ll cum before you can ride my face.”

She huffed defeatedly when you pulled away from her, taking your heat and scent along with you, but when she noticed your hands tugging at the sides of your bra, every complaint in her mind faded away. She watched in silent admiration as you slipped it over your head and tossed it somewhere behind you, putting your chest on full display for her eager eyes. 

She reached out to you, and you took her hand in your own and led it to your breast, guiding her to touch you. She kneaded it harshly, almost as a punishment for you taking your sweet time. 

You moaned at the feeling and leaned down again, kissing her deeply as you slid two fingers back into her pussy. Her teeth tugged at your lower lip, nibbling on it as she struggled to breath properly between kisses; she soothed the pain away with a swipe of her warm tongue, filling your mouth with her sweet taste. 

You skimmed your lips lower, down and over the sharp curve of her jaw, kissing silent praises into her soft skin along the way. The path you blazed ignited her, bringing her to life; she trembled beneath you, feeling the weight and strain of her impending release in her muscles. She was aching for it. Something so close, so promising. Every mark you painted onto her made her wetter – each inspiring another desperate buck of her hips.

You worked her up so steadily that once you'd finally reached her thighs and peered up at her with those mischievous eyes of yours – merely looked at her – she almost came undone on the spot. 

Her shuddered breaths were reminiscent of your earlier torture lessons (as she so fondly deemed them), and so for her sake, you decided to be gracious. 

She'd waited long enough.

With one final glance up at her, you dove in, giving her her reward. 

[dark-night-insomniac]

Healing touch

| Dreamcatcher Handong x backup dancer reader

Genre: fluff 1.4k words

A/n: for @princessdong, version 1/2

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Injuries were a part of your job and happened from time to time, after all, your body was a tool for your work, and sometimes tools needed to be fixed. But it was nothing your girlfriend couldn't fix. Even though you were sad about the unfortunate timing of your injury, a week before Dreamcatcher’s concert, you still came to practice everyday to watch and memorize what you could.

You walked arm in arm with Handong every morning, most of the time going your separate ways but recently you were assigned as dreamcatcher’s dancer for the upcoming concert.

So here you were again, at work but to only watch rather than dance. You had no complaints though, you can spend the day watching your girlfriend at work. You were a visual learner and if you were able to heal by next week, you would still be ready to participate with the dancers.

You sat down, resting comfortably against the wall. Handong was up somewhere in the room, unpacking her essentials she had brought with her.

You opened your phone, reading emails as a part of your daily routine. Your arm rested against you to limit its mouvement.

You felt someone lower themselves in front of you.You looked up to see Handong placing a small pillow next to you. She then looked at you for permission to move your arm, you nodded. She gently grabbed your injured arm to place it comfortably to your side on the pillow she just had set there.

You smiled at her action, not being able to stray your eyes away from her face. You knew when she was worried, you could tell by her little frown and it was confirmed when she asked if moving your arm was hurting you.

‘’Im fine jagi, thank you’’ you smiled at her

Her hand was guiding itself to your cheek to caress if, finally the worried Handong turning into a smiley one as you leaned into her touch.

‘’Tell me if there's anything i can get for you okay?’’ She made you promise

‘’Hmm maybe i will, if your not busy that is’’ you teased making her frown despite her smile

‘’yah i'm trying to take care of you y/n’’ she giggled, scolding you

You gently took her hand that was resting on your cheek with your uninjured one, placing a chaste kiss on her knuckles before reassuring her.

‘’I’ll tell you if i need anything’’ you looked up at her with sincere eyes

‘’Okay, thank you jagi’’ she smiled before leaning in to give you a kiss that melted you into place.

Unfortunately work was calling and Dongie was sitting up to start the day. Winking at you in the process before taking her place on the dance floor.

You would have pulled up your phone again but you were far too mesmerized by your lover’s dancing.

You admired the power that would protrude through her dance while still showing such grace within her mouvements

Odd eye was now being performed.

You loved the song, but especially how charismatic Handong seemed to be while performing her parts.

And she knew just exactly how much seeing her charismatic side affected you. She had overheard you talking about it with other dancers. And that, even before the two of you were a thing.

As it was her turn to sing, she let her body roll to the music and changed the choreo to point towards you. Finishing her line off with a wink and a lick of her lips.

Multiple reactions could be heard, cheers, shock by her members and laughers.

But you, you heart was stammering through your chest at the sight and heat rose up to your cheeks, earning a nudge from sooyeon who was sitting close to you.

As for Handong, she immediately went back into character for the song, her smile unmistakably still showing from time to time as she met your eyes after what she did.

After about an hour, the first break was called for everyone.

Your girlfriend immediately waddled over to you, sitting in front of you.

‘’Good job out there’’ you smiled

‘’Thank you’’ she pouted slightly through her smile ‘’i missed you’’ she added

You made a sign for her to come closer

She sat herself by your side,

She was looking down over your arm and wrist. Gently dragging her fingers against your skin, like looking for any mark on your unbruised skin.

Although seemingly cold, Handong cared for you more than words ever could show, she’d always be making sure you were free of any discomfort or pain

Her hand neared your wrist, the place were most of the impact had been taken after your fall.

You slightly hissed out of pain, making her retrieve her hand immediately.

‘’Oh i'm sorry jagi’’ she said, looking over to you

you reassured her but she suddenly stood up and walked towards the small cooler in the room. She grabbed something from it before returning to your side.

‘’Here, this water bottle is somewhat frozen, it should help ease your pain’’ she gently held the water bottle on your wrist before cradling your face once again with the palm of her hand and gave you a soft peck on the lips.

Sooyeon was then heard calling the members who would practice their solo performances first.

Handong wasn’t called and so she made sign for you to move away from the wall, leaving space for her to sit behind you.

You comfortably laid back against her warm body, her left arm enveloping you before resting on your stomach. Her right arm was busy holding that makeshift ice pack on your wrist.

You smiled at her caring action, turning around slightly to leave a kiss to her neck. You heard her sigh at the contact, she was clearly tired and ready to go home, but here she was, still taking care of you.

‘’Thank you for being so good to me’’ you confessed almost whispering

‘’Hmm anything for you’’ she replied before laying her cheek atop your head. She knew you liked physical contact, being surrounded by her arm, and now her head acting as a blanket over you, she knew you'd be more comfortable and at ease. She was just that attentive to all those little things you liked.

A few hours later practice was over and you were waiting for Handong to change before leaving.

She helped you up and helped you put your jacket on before leading you out the room, her hand grabbing yours.

The girl’s manager dropped you off at your apartment, and although Handong didn’t mention any plans, she exited the car after you, surprising you.

She laughed at your expression

‘’Come on inside, i'll take care of you’’ she grinned while leading you inside

Once inside, you took off your shoes before following handong to your bedroom.

You sat on your bed, watching as she made her way to your closet.

she took out some clean clothes for you before going to the kitchen to get some pain killers

‘’Here you should take this before sleeping jagi’’ she handed the pills over before bringing the glass of water to your lips. You quickly drinked before laughing.

‘’Babe i can drink water on my own its okay’’ you giggled

She suddenly felt embarrassed, whining at your words, she had been so focused on you, making sure you took the painkillers, that she didn't realize she fed you the water.

‘’I'm just making sure you don't use your arm!’’ She defended herself, leaving you smiling

‘’Okay, thank you Dongie’’ you replied

She then helped you out of your clothes and into clean ones. Laying you down gently to then cover you with a warm blanket.

‘’I'll go shower quickly and i'll be with you?’’ She almost asked for permission

‘’Yes you should, you smell’’ you teased making her whine in defeat before the both of you were laughing

She quickly showered and true to her words was back by your side

She laid under the cover and closed the gap between your two bodies.

You were half asleep already, not realizing she joined you until she softly let her hand up and down your injured arm.

You hummed at the feeling, leaning your head forward to lay on her chest.

‘’Thank you, my healer’’ you smiled

‘’Anything for you y/n’’

[belongtodeukae]

prompt: “Don’t make me stop this car, because I promise you, you’ll regret it.”

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[1:50 am] “pay attention to me”, you whined from the passenger seat, drawing out every syllable to make your plead go on and on, your tipsy state blocking any manners that wanted to show. your girlfriend was right next to you, gripping the steering wheel, her eyes fixed on the road.

“i’m driving, as you can see”, handong said, her voice a bit too calm. of course, her passive-aggressiveness showed even further when she continued, her jaw tight as ever, “why didn’t you let bora take you home instead? you seemed to love her attention”.

“yeah, i did, because you weren’t giving me any of yours”, you shot back, starting to feel annoyed by her words.

“am i not allowed to dance with our other friends?”, “am i not allowed to dance with bora?”

“not when her hands are all over you and you’re riling her up!” handong’s voice echoed inside of the car when she raised it, startling you a bit. however, you couldn’t hold back a smirk at her jealousy. she had a point, you did get a bit too handsy with bora back at the club, but that was all because handong was busy dancing with gahyeon and siyeon when you wanted her up against you.

“maybe i just wanted to rile you up”, you lifted your hands from your lap, bringing one up to handong and trailing her bare arm with your fingers, simply ghosting over the skin. you pulled it back after few short moments, opting for the bratty exit to the situation, “or maybe i was curious if she would be willing to fuck me better than you”.

your smirk got even wider when handong’s loud intake of a breath showed her anger, “you think she could fuck you better?” she left the road unattended for a moment to look at you for the first time since you got in the car. she looked so attractive that it was unholy, her features sharpened by the anger and flickered by the light coming from the street posts repeatedly as she speeded through them, “answer me”.

you stayed quiet for a few more seconds, and then started humming as if you were weighing the options for the answer.

“don’t make me stop this car, because i promise you, you’ll regret it”, she practically growled, the hand that wasn’t on the steering wheel dropping down to your thighs that were barely covered by your dress. her nails sank in, dragging a sharp but slow line upwards. you hissed in sweet pain, wanting those fingers closer to make up for the lack of attention throughout the night, heat shooting through your center almost immediately.

“she probably could”

handong huffed, as her hand was pulled from you, “you find too much fun in provoking, don’t you?” you stayed quiet, but handong didn’t need an answer either way, “i find my fun in taming sluts”.

not even a single minute passed by before the car came to a stop, and your seatbelt was sent flying back to its original place with a click. even though you were aware of handong’s strength, a gasp still left your mouth when she pulled you up onto her lap in one swift movement. you instinctively wrapped your arms around her neck and leaned in to kiss her when she chuckled in your face, moving your head back by pushing on your jaw with her fingers. the look in her eyes made you feel an embarrassing amount of wetness coming in between your thighs, an area that was now easily available to her, both to feel and touch.

“as if you deserve to kiss me”, she huffed, all traces of her smile gone once she dipped her fingers down to where your dress was bunched up, undoubtedly feeling the heat. all it took was one gentle swipe of the tip of her finger against your panties for her eyebrow to lift up in curiosity and you to shudder, “dripping wet? is this bora’s work?”

you knew handong wasn’t serious with her question. she’s always aware of the effect she has on you, especially when you manage to draw out some anger from her. that, however, didn’t stop you from teasing further when you leaned to whisper in her ear, “it’s her fault for feeling so good against me”.

before you even managed to fully process it, handong’s fingers moved your panties aside with astonishing speed and she entered you with not two, but three fingers. you let out a loud whine from the sudden intrusion, hips jerking upwards so you could get used to the sudden stretch, but handong didn’t allow it, “isn’t this what you wanted from her, you brat?” she used her other hand to push on your thigh, forcing you down on her fingers until they were buried inside, your wetness dripping down her knuckles. she didn’t bother letting you adjust, instead setting a fast pace and drawing out more loud and desperate cries from you that echoed through the small space of her car.

you tried to speak, but barely managed to connect two coherent thoughts in your brain, let alone voice them without producing gibberish. all you could feel was electrifying pleasure that came with every thrust of her fingers inside of you, barely keeping your eyes open but still registering her burning gaze on you, “could she fuck you this good?”

you started to bounce back on her fingers without giving it a thought, your body reacting to handong instinctively and providing an answer to her question. you enjoyed her stretching you out and the slight pain that came with it a bit too much, muscles in your stomach tightening already as you rushed to your orgasm.

“keep your eyes on me, i want to see your face when you come”, she bit her lip before leaning in and dipping her tongue inside of your open mouth for a slight taste, pulling back once she swiped it against your own, “you belong to me, understand? only me”.

“only you”, you managed to let out in a groan once you felt the start of your orgasm clouding your vision, only seeing white and letting out sounds and words you couldn’t make out in the peak of pure pleasure.

you had no idea how long it took for you to come down from your high, but handong’s fingers were steady inside of you, her face lit up by her smile. she reached up to detach baby hairs that stuck to your sweaty forehead and leaned in to kiss you deeply, still smiling and humming against you, “i bet bora couldn’t get a screaming ‘i love you’ while making you come”.